Johnny isn't often stopped in the street by a total babe. There's a slight swagger in his step as he's on his way back to dojo after a trip to the bar. He looks Mercymorn up and down while she looks him over and smiles as smoothly as he can.

"Nice" He sways back and forth then takes a moment to think over her response.

"So it's like at least a quarter Coors at the moment, but mostly pale. Like the blood not the lager"