As soon as the massive jug left his lips Wroth stood up. "Hehe. Sorry about that." He scratched the back of his head while wearing a genuine smile that would make one think this man was an innocent soul. "The beauty of Yūrei even after all this time still makes one's mind wander... How many years has it been? 1200? 1300?" The latter of his sentence he seemed to be talking more to himself than the Slender Oni. True Wroth and his sister preferred the mortal realms for reasons that is their own but they could still appreciate the beauty of the between realm , or at least Wroth did more than his sister.<br/><br/>Grabbing a strangely clean cup out of his front coat pocket. "Care for a drink to go with the sights?" He asked pouring crystal clear sake into it without spilling a drop. Even if the young Oni refused for whatever reason it would still be more for Wroth.