Pokes him in the ribs with a manicured nail, then points at the rice wine left for him to the right without saying a word.
The action against him provokes a sneer after which he soon turns. Had his sights not been met by the offering he’d surely had given into the impulse to lash out. Eyes narrow before he moves any further.
“Tch, ain’tcha’ know how t’talk.”
He knows she does, he’s heard her plenty of times yammerin’ on to Hisagi. Maybe she just felt the demon wasn’t worth it.













