[ The answer to the unspoken question about Gen's blasé attitude is that it's a little bit of column A, a little bit of column B. Something that soon becomes just a little bit clearer when Gen blinks in the face of Liem's straight-laced, terribly earnest answer, pointy ears flicking back for a moment ... before he huffs disbelievingly.

And then laughs. ]

Taken advantage of? Me?! [ The only reason he doesn't laugh more loudly and obnoxiously is because he's starting to feel too lethargic for it. Even so, he snickers for a good few moments, gesturing dramatically to himself to better emphasize his point. ] You think someone's gonna be able to take advantage of this? Or even want to? [ One more chuckle that peters off into a sigh as he waves his hand dismissively. ] If anyone's that desperate and manages to get one over me, let'em have what they want.

[ Gen doesn't even have the excuse of being drunk for failing to keep his voice low, because he's never been the type to be that considerate in the first place. As such, he's drawn more than a few glances from the other patrons by this point -- something that Gen mostly doesn't notice due to inebriation, and also doesn't care about very much. Let'em stare.

His focus is solely on Liem at the moment. ]

-- anyway, you said you don't 'have to,' right. [ The waiter, unwilling to deal with Gen any more, had dropped off his drink without a word this time. Gen lazily picks it up, taking a long slurp before continuing. ] So you 'can,' huh. ... do you not want to?