[no, wouldn't want to worry the devil. how sinful that would be.

directly to the pot of coffee, he goes — he'll never be accused of not knowing what he wants, and never getting it when he wants it. what did sakamoto say about it, made a week ago? his lip curls, as he looks over a shoulder, back straight as an arrow when he addresses his partner. ]

Sounds like a lucrative deal to me. We'll get our drinks, our comfort, and the conversation can begin.

[it's like he has the evening all planned out in his head. and, knowing hiruma and his penchant for conjuring several scenarios, he probably does.]

And don't fret over being a "proper host". I just need to know where you keep your mugs.