"A harem... Well, that's probably what you could call it," Shuten replies rather lightly. In her case, there probably wasn't much left of a harem once she helped herself to them. That is a rather important distinction, but eh, she can save that for later.

With Hawke's allowance, Shuten places the glass in front of him, pours the wine, and listens to him as he speaks. My, but this man had much to talk about. The oni thinks that if he's been through that much already to the point of having a book written about him, Hawke would probably qualify as a Heroic Spirit depending on exactly what he did.

She giggles lifting her sleeve to her lips.

"In my experience, depending on the poison, it can make the drink much, much, sweeter and fragrant. Literally and metaphorically, everyone likes to pollute themselves with something that makes them feel euphoric. That's me in a nutshell y'know? I enjoy it more than most. So..."

Her own glass is filled and she begins to sip it, more slowly this time.

"If you did try to poison me, I hope you'd offer me a drink that I would die for."