[The only disappointment would if he'd run into a trust fund child. He's beyond his fill of self-important Leithans. Takasugi turns in his seat to better look at his new company. His appraisal lasts as long as the other's had, before he taps his fingers on the brim of the newest round.]
And you. [Takasugi echos the other's ease of reply with his own, a comment regarding affluence, to be sure, but also situation. He takes a sip of his drink, the quality less in taste and more in how smoothly it runs down his throat.] Even this place, with it's particular stench, is preferable to the stifling air on Leith.
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And you. [Takasugi echos the other's ease of reply with his own, a comment regarding affluence, to be sure, but also situation. He takes a sip of his drink, the quality less in taste and more in how smoothly it runs down his throat.] Even this place, with it's particular stench, is preferable to the stifling air on Leith.