"Are you sure about whiskey?" It just doesn't seem like the young woman was the kind of person who normally drank anything.

"I do not," Takegami replied, resting his elbows on the bar and folding his hands together. The heavy rings he wore twisted slightly and he lightly strokes them, as if soothing a kind of beast. His clothing had a slightly shabby look to it, although they were probably at one time very expensive, and there was a slight hint of dirt under his nails. "Last I remembered, we were in the middle of rehearsing a musical with the theater troop and then I was here."