Misa nodded her head listening to him and that sinking feeling was getting worse and worse. She gently picked up the bottle and poured a measure of the golden liquid into his cup. Not a lot but enough for him to feel it. She then poured herself a measure in her own tea before settling back into the chair and taking a sip of it. The warmth of the tea with the alcohol warmed her bones even more. She looked back at him with a neutral expression urging him to continue with his story. She had asked for it so she was going to listen to it in all it's "gory" detail so to speak.