[He exhales with satisfaction. Ahhhh sake.]

C'mon, Owen. Why would I ask for something I didn't care about when I'm already irritated?

[He settles the cup between his hands, leaning his elbows against the table and cocking his head towards Owen with a look that goes amusingly deadpan.]

This? Not a lot. Three or four cups, maybe.

Can't tell you how much the Daitengu gave us all earlier, though. [Can you hear the utter lack of enthusiasm in his voice. It would better if it didn't all taste like plastic!! And so much of it was strong...]