Their mascot is a rat. In an establishment that's presumably supposed to be selling drinks and food.

[That is a disgusting health code violation screaming to be slammed down on the place, but given that this is Hell, he has a suspicion that they are able to get away with that here.

The mention of a dragon peaks Manjoume's interest, because really, she could be referring either to the duel monster spirit of one... or a literal actual dragon for all he knows. And he's not sure yet which one he's prepared to mentally handle just yet.]

Thanks.

[He accepts the coffee, but before he takes a sip, he realizes something important.]

I'm sorry, but I just realized that I didn't tell you my name earlier when you told me yours. [Which, isn't an unheard of type of rudeness coming from someone like him, but he'll correct it this time.] It's Jun Manjoume. Most people call me Manjoume-san though.

[... No they don't, but god he wishes they did instead of constantly showing him blatant disrespect when they use his name.]