The man looks from one samurai to the other, with a slightly raised eyebrow, but even he can see this woman is nervous. With a cautious hand he reaches out and takes the soup away from the Shiba before she has a chance to spill it all over the floor. He isn't particularly careful to avoid hand contact however, though he doesn't seem to pay it any attention when their hands touch.
He carefully sets the bowl down between his legs and presses his hands together at chest level, palms facing each other. He nods his head at both of them.
"
Namaste"