Chris walked up to the woman snarling at him, "Ashenna? Isn't it?" he said putting his face close to hers pulling the cigarette from his mouth, he was inches from her and he smiled a feral, wolfish smile, "Down kitty." he muttered in her ear.<br/>Standing back up he turned to the Japanese lady. Putting the cigarette back in his mouth. "Never underestimate what can be misconstrued as a... training exercise gone wrong." he muttered stamping out the smoke in a nearby ashtray.<br/><br/>"I had a few training mishaps in in Hokaido, oh and Okinawa. There were quite a few naval exercises there that went wrong." He smiled a small smile. "Though the Japanese were never debriefed on it. Total American cleanup." he muttered, "But we're not in the business of killing human's anymore, not... live one's anyway. Lets not dwell on it." he casually took a seat next to the redheaded huntress. Testing her will, and the bounds of territorial instinct. He liked the way she acted. He pulled the case of slim blacks out and offered her one, offering her a light should she accept. Sticking another in his mouth and striking his brass lighter. "So ladies." he said slightly altered by the smoke in his mouth. "I've always wondered how do you hunt a ghost?" he blew the smoke out his nose and continued, "How would one fuck one to begin with?" he muttered. Knowing there patrons' tastes.