Name: Jack 'Jekyll' Mason<br/><br/>Location: Bar-->Booth<br/><br/>Tagging: Shizuru.<br/><br/>________________<br/><br/>Jack looked into the Demoness' eyes as she gripped his hand. The first instinct was that he should be ready to fight. Demons were rarely tender with the lycanthrope, so a touch generally followed pain. Thankfully, all that happened was a little cup-type implament was placed in his hand, and a small amount of sake placed in that cup. A curious raise of his eyebrow prompted him to sniff the drink first, as if he'd been given some sort of poison. For all he knew, he had been. It wouldn't be the first time a demon had attempted to poison him. He listened to Shizuru: curiosity suppressing his normal abhorrence of the demons that filled the Brother's Fallen. Slowly, he raised the sake to his lips, sipping it. The taste was unusual and his eyes reflected the quizzical nature of the taste. Slowly he put the cup on the table, half it's content already drained. He wore a broad smile.<br/><br/>"That is...an unusual drink." His words were as blunt as one could get: The Sake had an odd taste to it, and even he could taste just how heady a tonic it was. The fact that his palate had been crippled by a lack of appeasement for the last 50 years also meant he had lost much of his digression when it came to alcohol. A drink was a drink for Jack: it took a significant amount to get him drunk, and he had spent an entire week drunk. Alcohol types seemed to blend into each other at the moment, something he hoped would change. It would be tragic if the flavour of alcohol was taken with his freedom, and Jack hoped the flavour would return with his new found feast of freedom.<br/><br/>"As for what I have to apologise for: You either didn't notice, or apparently don't care." Jack brought the index finger and the thumb of his left hand against his temples, rubbing them lightly as if he had a headache. Hyde was not proving a good companion tonight. He constantly pounded on the threshold of Jack's consciousness, trying to breech the prison of Jack's mind and to run wild.<br/><br/>"My demeanour was not exactly friendly as I sat at the bar, as odd as it sounds, I feared that I had driven you off." The werewolf chuckled at what almost sounded like a silly jest. Picking up the ochoko awkwardly, trying to mimic how he held it when the woman's hands had guided him, he brought the Sake to his lips, taking another sip. It was certainly rude to deny a free drink, especially from a pretty girl. "If you don't mind my asking, what is your name?"<br/><br/>Despite the loud scuffle behind him, Jack was happy to ignore it for now, giving it only the most tertiary glance. All he saw was a couple humans with a few too much products and a bit too much alone time trying to wave their proverbial dicks about. The only thing of note was that one of the men was the lad accompanying the angel. Meaning she was probably alone: Which poor fool would approach the angel next ? She stood out so much that it was unlikely that she'd be alone for long.