The whiskey, hm? J-san's reserve. [The whiskey that reeked of something wrong. Not that any of the food in this bar was suitable to be eaten by a human, but Matoba had his suspicions about it all- about the peek under the illusion that the Roost provided, the glitzy gauze of the Golden Peacock peeled back. They say that you should never eat or drink of anything in an ayakashi realm, that the more you partake the more you too will be turned into a spirit. But there had been little choice in this place, given their inability to find an escape early on. By now, if it were to transform them....]

[Misa's eye, thinking all of this, rests on the amber liquid poured into glasses for them while Kirma watches her. His heavy gaze rolls off her veil, as if it were itself an impenetrable layer that protected her from further scrutiny. Oh, she feels it. Does this mutt already know? Likely. But he'll have to dig deeper than this to get anything from her.]

A toast... Why not? [Fingertips graze and then grasp the top of her glass, taking it into hand as she turns to face him- all to deliver a delicate, but firm clink to Kirma's glass. Catching and holding his stare as she does so, she takes the glass into the gloom of her veil and sips.]

[Not a flinch. He's had to taste worse.]

Kuromine Misa, a purveyor of certain goods. And what brings a gentleman like you to the Roost, if I may ask...?