[ a slow, nonchalant shrug follows her words, his lips flattening into a thin, unreadable line before he lifts his glass again. a quiet, dry chuckle escapes him as he swirls the liquid inside the glass, watching the amber light catch the rim. ] " insulting ? perhaps. but accuracy rarely cares about manners — and besides, i'm the one who asked you for a drink with me " [ he takes a deliberate sip, his dark, calculating eyes never leaving hers as he leans back. ] " as for explaining... let's just say my line of work involves cleaning up other people's permanent mistakes. tonight, those mistakes were particularly loud, messy, and persistent. sitting here with you is simply the more civilized alternative to adding a few more names to my list. " [ a faint, sharp smirk touches the corner of his mouth as he tilts his head slightly toward her. ]