Sandra
*The blue Oni's bright green eyes locked onto the other Oni man, no longer giving much thought to the consequences of her staring. If something were to happen as a result of Pecia's careless, she was sure she could defend herself, at the very least. However, she didn't think this man was going to attack her. Why would he? Unless... No, she couldn't be well-known enough to make enemies already. She shook off any doubts she had, and went back to her ale, taking occasional sips but keeping her eyes dead-focused ont he Oni man.* 

*Pecia considered herself fairly tall- at 1.93 metres she was just under average height for a blue Oni. This didn't worry her much, if her height didn't intimidate someone, her features would. She had a wild mane of off-white hair, which she gave no attempt at taming each morning, giving it a slight bedhead look. Her skin was not the regular deep blue typical of a blue Oni, but more of a light turquoise. Pecia's eyes were her most prominent feature. They were a light green, but not a warm green. More of a toxic green, a cold, unforgiving colour. Pecia liked it. It gave her an aura of uncertainty, which she thought was the kind of aura she enjoyed. She'd been enjoying it for just under two centuries, after all.*

*The blue demon saw his quick glance back at her, and watched him as he moved closer. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and stood up, leaving her half-empty glass at the table as she sat down at the same table as the other Oni man. She eventually looked right at him, her head tilted slightly, and spoke in a voice that sounded like wet gravel.* "You... Are an Oni, correct?"
James
When the blue Oni grew bold enough to stare, he stared right back. He wasn't one to feel awkward about social mores or taboos anymore. Besides she was starting it. Sipping his own brew, and feeling much less burn now than before, Amos only occasionally looked away to pay mind to others within the establishment. Really the odd staring contest was helping take his mind off his surroundings and he welcomed the distraction.

He paused as she moved, abandoning her glass, to sit beside him and took it rather in stride. Honestly he treated it just like they were old friends catching up. "Some folks may consider abandoning such a drink alcohol abuse, you know," He quipped, taking another pull from his drink and pausing. Really? Another one? Well here we go again.

"Well, I imagine so. I've the horns for it," Ahe says though his words neither confirm nor deny his heritage. Regardless he continues. "Blue Oni? I would assume at least. Correct me if I'm wrong."
Sandra
*Pecia raised a thin eyebrow. She sat silent for a few seconds, then let show a small smile, and a quiet laugh. The joke was... Well, it made her smile. Not a lot made Pecia smile. She let the smile fall away, and then spoke.* "I've already had five, and I don't want to get drunk twice in a day." *She quietly laughed again, her usually cold eyes glimmering with some kindness.*

*The blue Oni became... Confused.* "You don't know?" *Pecia knew a few people who didn't know their own race- alchemists and scientists doing experiments on regular people to make them something different were rare, but not unheard of. It was a possibility that this Oni could be... Not an Oni.*

"You're correct." *Pecia said with a short glance down at her pale blue skin. She still felt uneasy that this man did not know what he was... Or maybe he did, and he wished not to tell. Whichever the reason, the fact is it was none of her business to be nosing into someone's secrets. Still, she couldn't get it out of her head...*
James
Prone to sassing people had it's ups and downs, though this was an up. He'd never much imagined himself one for jokes, but he supposed it wasn't *Overly* Different from harassing folks. You were still poking fun, one was just good natured. Sipping his drink he paused to think her response over, then nodded, "Fair. Gods knows whatever this is has to have burned the nerves out of my throat." Without judgement in his voice. He didn't have a reason to turn sharp on her, so he let that be.

"I suppose I *Know* What I am, but it doesn't really matter anymore. No more kinship there, so, if I look it, then it's fine to me," He says with a shrug, resting his arms lightly on the table and, thoughtlessly, running his fingers across his nails. 

"Ah, I thought as much but admittedly, I haven't had much chance to people watch over the past few years. A lot seems to have changed," He says, almost cheerfully as he takes another sip of ale. Or is this gut rot? Oh well.