[ there's a certain sense beings as ancient and traveled as her possess to detect those with her scent. this man pings quiet on her radar, emits a delicate ripple like a sakura petal on the surface of her sake bed. she takes a long sip. ]

You would deny yourself the pleasure? [ of drinking in her company, she means. ] Oh, you certainly know what you're talking about, at the very least. [ fragile and delicate, are the words he uses, like he shares her fondness for breaking. her eyes shamelessly run up and down the man. he's good; his speech elegant and his face beautiful. she'd love to add him to her collection. ]

You must be so generous to relinquish it to an oni like me. [ so she says, but the supposed gratitude in her voice is absent, and it's clear she never considered another option other than taking what she wanted. ] If you promise to visit me often, handsome, we can share it anytime. ~