[The proclamation of not hurting anyone hits a chord. Shiro shakes his head, before he adds, aloud:] No. No, I didn't think you were. I was worried you'd fall on your face.

[Seriously, that was the concern. Not the man hurting someone else, but him face planting on the ground. That's never a good feeling, no matter who you are or how much alcohol you've had.]

Leaf peepers? [There's a laugh in the question -- a real one. How do you not crack a smile at a term like that one? Seriously. He starts to guide the other man to sit, making sure there's no face planting before he moves away.]

[Giving him some space.]

Nice to meet you. You got lucky -- showed up at a decent time.