Muramasa Katase
Katase observed how her current drinking partner did it, attempting to get a glimpse of his face. When that didn't work, she decided to imitate his drinking. She had never seen the point of pacing herself with such things, anyway. Of course, she was far less messy than he was in it, and the amount was smaller.
Her shell's tongue registered the flavor, her throat the burning sensation as it slid down it. The sword could blame this drink for any redness of the shell's skin, now. It was quite nice, actually.
Then he said something absurd, and she choked on the sake. "I-Is that, uh, so? Well, I-" She forced herself to swallow, her shell's tongue licking her lips clean. "This Muramasa cannot argue with that."
The warmth was all because of the sake. Truly.
Ron
The werewolf sorta felt it coming, but he was too new to this to avoid it. Instead he flinched and shook his head, grumbling. "That sounds like something I've heard before," he admitted to her. "I was told I should master what I have first before going with that."
He rubbed his forehead, and took a piece of the duck to bite into shortly after.