He raised a brow as he spotted the crimson haired beauty clutching her fist. He couldn't help but grin, though he quickly wiped it from his face. "For what it's worth, you hit harder than you think." He gave an earnest smile and shifted his weight. She quickly followed up with that she would leave, and Kazuki let out a small laugh. "Well, I do happen to have a personal bottle of that liqour stashed away for my use only. Really going to make me share it alone. The others will just assume you left out the side entrance, I'd wager." Recalling their hoots and hollers he shrugged.
"You saved enough face that they would probably be surprised if you ever spoke to me again."
Despite that, when the woman tried to push past him he moved to grab her hand, unless stopped, the one that struck him. If he had succeeded in such a notion, he would bring the wounded fist to his lips and kiss and it gently. Despite the flaring heat he felt in his stomach, he grinned. "Better?"
Whether or not this was successful, he shrugged. "You might as well stay up here regardless, lest they think you completely mad. Hitting me was probably the most sane thing you've done." Heading to his office, only a few paces away, he opened the door and looked to her. "As a fellow Dragon Slayer...Fire, Dragon Slayer...you can enter. At best we can drink and share stories about out fathers. At worst you get free drinks and can name everything you find wrong with me as a person. Either way, you win."
