[ There is a bar set against the wall for patrons with more refined tastes. It is still wholly incomparable to the luxe spirits in their crystal cages that populate the shelves above-plate, but Tseng manages to procure a richly-brown single malt and two glasses. He pours the first neat. ]

I suppose that we should begin by addressing your suspicions. Yes, I know who you are. And no.

[ Tseng strides across the room to offer Cloud the second glass. His gaze drops, trailing the calligraphy swerve of Cloud's form-fitting attire, taking in the jewels and netting and the pretty haze of rouge on Cloud's cheeks. ]

I have not come here to harm you.