Oh my god. Don't just yell out that you like pineapple on pizza! No one does that unless they're trying to start shit.

[Or maybe if they actually like pineapple on pizza, but how common are such madmen, anyway?! Kadoc tightens his arms across his chest and shrugs, warily watching the crowd. They also probably shouldn't look like they're all together, but so far, so good. This place is nothing if not full of distractions. The woman currently on the the nearest stage is in the final stages of taking it all off for her show, and Kadoc jerks his gaze away quickly when it accidentally meets hers. Ahhhhhh!]

L, look, go back to your first idea. I'll pose as a server and spill a drink on you, and you get aggressive about it.