Name: Jack 'Jekyll' Mason<br/><br/>Location: Booth<br/><br/>Tagging: Shizuru.<br/><br/>It took a moment for Jack to realise why the woman had raised her empty cup. Finally, he recalled what the Shizuru had said: About the nature of drinking Sake and how it was rude to pour your own. He reached over and took the bottle, only to pour and fill the cup again for her. He placed the bottle down, listening intently as she explained a bit about her name, when she finally announced herself as Shizuru, Jack chuckled. "That puts me at ease. I recognise your name now: Don't think I ever hired you though, or that you were ever hired against me." Jack picks up the Ochoco again, starting to, for lack of a better word, grasp how to properly hold it. He raised it to his lips, draining the content with a still inquisitive smile. He was enjoying the Sake, even if just for the novelty of it.<br/><br/>Slowly, Jack placed the Ochoco onto the table, leaning in closer to the woman opposite him and indicating to the remnants of the brawl between the masked man and the thugs around the elven lass. "Rumour has it that the kiddy fight over their is nothing but a prelude to what comes." Jack was speaking in half words: His meaning was mostly obvious to anyone he was directly talking to, his indications and slight intricacies made it obvious. But to any one just eavesdropping, it would be a mystery what he was saying. He was warning Shizuru of what was to come. "If things get a bit...hectic. Can you make sure to not point your sword at me? Your...appearance might incite some negativity." Again, double meanings and half truths. Jack was basically asking Shizuru to be careful if he actually had to transform, but to an outsider listening in, maybe he was talking about how she looked. Not that he was ignoring how he looked. Now that he knew she wasn't an enemy, Jack felt his imagination harbour some less gentlemanly ideas as to what to do with the Attractive demoness. None of which were stories to be shared.<br/><br/>Jack reached for the bottle of Sake, about to grab and pour himself some but, again, he caught himself before making a blunder. He raised the Ochoco lightly, his hand extended, asking for a refill. He still felt a curious sense of irony about the night. First, meeting with a vet who also happened to be a cow. Now sharing a drink with the black clad demoness. What ironic twist of fate would be sprung upon him next ?