Pleasure's all mine! [ Said the bartender with a laugh, and a deeply cheeky smile. It's the easy, light flirtation which comes with the service industry in such a rough... world. Nevermind the place in it they currently occupied. He turned, then, reaching up on the shelves for... some distressingly blue liquid in an unmarked glass bottle.

And then about twelve others, dashing each liquor in turn into two tall glasses. At the question, Asra blinked up at Julian, and smiled, shrugging, ]


Make us dinner.

[ Said without a blink of hesitation, and with such conviction that it's clear Asra at least has thought about it more than once. He set his chin on the curve of his palm, feet swinging idly. ]

Or tea, if it's a small spoiling. It's... between you and me?

I drink it so much partly because it reminds me of my mother. What I can remember of her, anyway. But sometimes when it's an off-day, the memories all come up in a bad way and I just... can't.

Even when I know I want the taste and I'll feel better if I do it, my hands just... shake. Shake so hard, with my ears still full of the sound of her screaming when she was taken.

So... it's always special, when someone does it for me, and especially when they know how I like it.