[ truth be told, she was ready to hear the scrape of that blade being unsheathed. not that violence or peace is ever a foregone conclusion with shuten, ever mercurial and prepared to strike, but the first time they spoke, suzuka couldn't calm down until they'd battled it out.

shuten's fangs gleam in her knowing smile, wrists tucking underneath the high angle of her chin as elbows lean forward along the table. then, with the tilt of her head: ]

Mmmm, like servicing us?

[ "us"; she'll play along with the grouping for the moment, though there is a smidgen of truth now to the idea that all oni are part of the same clan. ]

Why don't you finally join me for a drink instead, then? Or would you really rather continue to show off those aaancient skills of yours?