[Adachi shoots a quick smirk to his left, the kind that seems to say, Oh you know me so well now don't you, in that characteristic, sardonic tone, no doubt, before turning back to the glass in his hand. By random draw, it's a glass of rum, a gold-brown in color and seemingly appetizing.]

To tell you the truth, I haven't had enough to know if I like it or not. Like I said, couldn't really afford it on my pay.

[He takes a sip, face twisting.]

Euch. This one's sweet! Yours any better?

[Keep talking, he thinks. The more he talks, the less time they have to think about refusing.]