Making a face as I set the drink down, sighing in boredom over the lack of proper culture and more culture. Giving the barkeep a even more annoyed look at his even more annoying answer, tasking my brain to come up with a proper punishment for his lack of knowledge of local ninjas. My foxy fox ears do catch some whispers, which earns me a fang filled smile, as I wiggle my tail back and forth all the same. Making the hem of the kimono lift up some more to keep them talking about a certain kitsunemimi asking about ninjas in the town.<br/><br/>Feinting taking another sip of the wine while demanding some lightly grilled meats, enjoying something out of this establishment before I set it to the torch.