[Better to be asked for aid than to offer it outright - that way, they owe you. A smile slides easy across Takasugi's lips, fingers curling idly against the counter.] If you think I'll be of use.
[Shrugging, he casts his gaze over the thinning crowd.] What could a musician do for you... [He muses quietly to himself, before turning back to Rhys.] How many people in this room do you know?
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[Shrugging, he casts his gaze over the thinning crowd.] What could a musician do for you... [He muses quietly to himself, before turning back to Rhys.] How many people in this room do you know?