"As you say," Bakura inclined his head, accepting the dismissal of the topic. He matched Xuiyu's shrug, emptied his own mug, and stood to retrieve two more. The idea had been offered, and the Metalworker would either consider it later or she wouldn't; pressing the issue now would only worsen his chances, not better them.

He drank slower from the second mug, for the first one had warmed him well. "This is good," he said, peering into the liquid. "At least it's got some body to it. Too many drinks anymore are thin as piss."