She quirked her head a bit, eyebrows tilted as his words didn’t seem to match his tone. He seemed to be complimenting her, but his neutral expression only served to confuse her. Most people smiled when they said such nice things. Perhaps he was being facetious...should she be offended? Then again, he does seem quite foreign, what with the strange terms he uses and the odd sounding song he had just sung...perhaps it is in his culture.<br/><br/>She mulled over these thoughts as she took another sip. She tried not to spit any of it out in a chuckle as she watched him cough. “It is a bit intense for somebody who is not used to it. I probably should have warned you. Apologies. It’s probably nothing like that saké you speak of.” Something familiar about that word resonated with her though, when she remembered the owner of the tavern. “Oh, I think my friend told me about that saké. It’s a drink made from rice, right? My friend is the owner of this place, but he’s an adventurer as well, so he’s rarely here. A few months back he came home from a very distant land where he picked up the folding privacy screens for the rooms upstairs. I think that’s when he spoke about the saké....is that the land where you are from?”