Oh, I don't know about that. [It's a cryptic response, maybe, but Mitsuhide leaves it at that. He's met plenty of idiots who've faced the threat of torture with bravado, only to break an embarrassingly short time later. And there was his own stint in the dungeon of course, but that's not a story he'd care to tell anyway.

His smile widens to a grin at the stranger's response to his offer.]

Nor should you, and rightly so with a pretty face such as yours. I'll have the barman pour it in front of you, if you like?