He leaned against the counter and listened carefully. Drakari had already spoken more in these short amount of time then he'd ever spoken before. He preferred to be silent, preferred to listen then to talk. His hand closed around the glass. He didn't like revealing what he knew, but sometimes it was necessary. Right now he had to consider his options. He'd already made the choice to drink and socialize with his target. That meant he'd failed his objective. That thought was sour in his head. He hated failure in himself most and all failure taste fowl. He hated it. He cringed in annoyance and disgust.<br/><br/>He took a huge swallow and felt the liquid burn his tongue and down his throat into his stomach. Taking away his disgust in a wash of warmth. Oh yah, this was what he needed in the worst sort of way. He felt the muddled emotions he hadn't even known he'd had start to wash away into a haze, even from this one sip. He wouldn't get drunk, or at least visibly so to anyone who saw him. He'd be completely flagged within three more sips of this shit, but he wouldn't even show a single sign. He was just that used to the alcohol. That used to being alert all the time. Never once allowed to relax. Never allowed to  waver a single inch. He looked at her and suddenly felt his heart quicken. A flash fire igniting his blood. What the hell.<br/><br/>He had no idea what had just happened. He regarded her and felt something he had no idea what. He couldn't place it and that made him nervous. Nervous, what the hell. He wasn't one to get nervous. He shivered slightly, damn what the hell. He was showing emotion. Even though it was so small no one normal would have seen the two displays. Fuck. What the fuck. He was off kilter and that was something that made him completely uneasy. His gaze narrowed to slits. What was wrong with him.<br/><br/>He drank more before finally saying something, "Your family might be dead, but not all of them. Though I guess she is no longer your family, since she is married into another family. Her name is Yamirah Takahimah, she is your cousin from your mother's side. She hired a contractor to contract me personally to take you out. Very little is known about her, not even her birth is registered. Nothing. She simply doesn't exist outside of a name tied to one of the richest people in Japan Takimih Takahimah."<br/><br/>He fell silent as he finished his drink and indicated he wanted more. He paused a moment watching the play of dim light on her body, his mind already fuzzy from the drink and yet he was sharper. More alert. Her scent filled his sense and it made him dizzy with desire. What the hell? He'd never wanted to touch a woman, not since Jade had royally fucked him over to use a bad pun. Not since her blade had craved a path straight into his heart, lethal bitch, she'd almost killed him and he still bore the scar. Lucky for him she'd narrowly missed the organ and had cut just close enough to make him bleed like a stalked pig, but not nearly enough to die. Thank the greater gods. He survived her. Why the hell was he suddenly attracted to another woman? To any woman. Jade had been his first, his only, his last. What the fuck?<br/><br/>He thought over her question and for the first time in his life said the first thing that popped into his head, "we have sex?" he said it in a mater of fact dead pan voice, his face registering nothing of his internal struggle. Nothing of his personal thought, but everyone had tells. His were just harder to see. The slight tension in his shoulders, his lethal ready to fight pose even when relaxing, his drinking, were all signs of just how nervous and offbalance she made him. He wasn't fool enough to believe in love. It was only attraction. She was beautiful, he was male, he was alive. Yes it was nothing more then lust. Or so he thought anyways.