For a moment, Shura has no idea how to reply. After that moment, she still doesn’t know what to say. Or do, besides stare at him. Her mouth works as she tries to come up with something, anything, but all she’s really doing is blushing. She’d kill him for fooling around like this, or she would if he wouldn’t just come right back. Come right back to her? Gods, what a thought.

She’s saved from her stupification by the arrival of the barmaid, who seems to feel the awkwardness radiating from the table as soon as she approaches. Without knowing whether or not her presence is welcome, she makes just a quick offer to bring another round or something to snack on. Shura will take both, and the barmaid makes a quick exit. Shura downs the rest of her glass because she needs it.

“Nyaa, I ain’t your type. Good try, though~” Just play it off, that’s the ticket. It’d be nice if she could stop blushing, but she’ll just put it off to being drunk if her face didn’t cool down.