"Vodka suits us better," he said with a grin, wider this time, before prodding a shotglass in Sephiroth's direction and pouring some for the both of them. The bottle, he replaced in the ice bucket.

The topic evasion didn't go unnoticed, but they had time -- Kuroro was willing to let the man skirt around the issue for as long as he wanted. It wasn't like Kuroro was going to let him out of the bar without discussing it, anyway. It would hopefully be before Kuroro was due to drag Kurapika to the carnival, since there was something he wanted to try.

"Drink." And he demonstrated by pulling back his shot, waiting for the warm feeling to spread down his throat and in his stomach.