[ When you're in a tavern or bar, or wherever the drink flows freely, one will receive looks that either convey, "Come hither," or "Come fight me, coward."

With Shuten, it's a mixed bag. When the man locks eyes with her, her glittering violet eyes are regarding him with some mockery as she sits on the edge of a table, dangling her legs. The woman tilts her head at him, taking in his less than stellar composure while drinking from a fancy shallow wine cup. ]

Having some putting it down the windpipe young man? I wouldn't overdo it so early in the evening.

[ Her voice coos at him and she brushes her hair behind her pointed ear. ]

You gotta savor your wine slowly and steadily to really enjoy it, y'know?