*Cesar's smile is pasted in place with styrofoam-like pleasantness, all fake and insubstantial. He nods, turning to face Ryuzaki more. Any signs he makes are butchered by the shotglass held in his left hand, and he's making every effort not to spill or put the glass down for whatever reason. It's a serious hindrance.*
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{Can we go somewhere quieter to do this?}