[It really would be a pity to go less than day with this new suit in mint condition -- he's still settling into it, letting the fabric soften and mold itself to him with easy, controlled gestures, albeit it's really all started getting sloppier the longer the day and the drinking went on, and at present he isn't paying that any mind at all apart from occasionally checking that the outfit hasn't gotten any closer to mint shade than usual.

And just now not even that: there's a small huff as the words and Hikage's sly expression hit him at once and he probably would have gone even redder if the sake and the situation hadn't already conspired to max out that particular stat.]

Well, yes, I-- [it's probably a measure of just how flustered he is that he doesn't even try to dodge, or maybe the actual dodge is the fact that the waitress appears with precision perfect timing to spirit away the sake bottle; there's a hasty nod for a replacement as Subete schools his features slightly, apparently forgetting the lack of need to actually put on any appearances in this space and under these conditions of his own making] ... We'll be ordering entrees next, I imagine.

[It's debatable who he's even speaking to, but maybe it makes everyone feel better to actually talk to the waitress regardless of her state of slightly uncanny compliance. A breath where he picks up the sake cup again in both hands and regards Hikage across it with some color still left in his face. His voice is a little lighter, smoothing out.]

It was pretty compelling, though. For an improvisation.