I believe we've discussed that you're not here to poison me, so why not? Make whatever you think will appeal, and I'll judge you on whether or not you were right.

[As predicted, Darkstar does in fact peel off from them once they enter the lounge. At first, the sound of her nails clicking as she trots across the hall heralds her departure; shortly thereafter, the sound of splashing water can be distantly heard.

Rufus, meanwhile, goes directly to the pool table and starts to rack the balls with rapid precision, content to have something to do for himself while leaving Tifa the space to do as she likes with the bartop.]

Without sarcasm, Miss Lockhart: is it your intention that we talk to each other at some point, or are we keeping this visit to drinks and billiards only?