[The name of the drink is unfamiliar, obviously foreign; nonetheless Mitsuhide turns to the bartender and dutifully repeats it, sending the bartender off to gather the ingredients for the cocktail.]

And now, my pretty new friend--

[He'd tack on a little in there somewhere, except Nezumi is actually just slightly taller than he is. But hey, there's time. Maybe it'll come later, when he's feeling more patronizing than he is currently. He's actually in a pretty good mood for a guy that just found himself in Hell. (Not that anyone back home would be terribly surprised to hear that. Something about being in his element.)]

I know I said I expect nothing, however at this stage of our conversation I feel a name might be in order. Otherwise I'm going to be forced to devise a pet name for you, and most people I do that for get horribly bent out of shape about it.