[ Kim Dokja almost bows his head in embarrassment. Like he's the one that troubled her. That is something that he would have done back home, back in the past. But he clenches his fist and instead he runs his fingers through his hair.

He had partially leaned forward in a bow, but attempts to cover it up with the sweeping of his fingers through his bangs and leaning back in his chair. ]

Don't be that way.

[ Turning his tone a little more casual: ] A free drink is a free drink, right? Don't go making a waste of the chroma that I'm willing to spend.