He was momentarily grateful that Blair was not, in fact, among the witches he would be facing. Even apart from the fact that he'd almost certainly be dead, Ramza was sure he'd never want to be staring down more than one of... her.

It was almost enough to make him miss the compliment she'd buried in there. Almost. It struck him eventually. Ramza was seldom caught off-guard, but her request was more forward than the point of any sword.

"I-- should we not-- might we begin instead with drinks together or--"

Gods have mercy, why was he debating this with a cat?

He took a moment, taking a deep breath and rubbing the bridge of his nose as he regained his composure. "Of course. Let us start with the mall."