Judging by the reactions that I've been receiving, this is going even better than previously anticipated. Suppose the same pace is maintained throughout the whole entire time. In that case, things should fall nicely into place without there being any issues or excessive confrontation that could result in any trouble whatsoever. As of the present though, I need to find a way to keep the rhythm of this conversation in sync, if control is out of her hands and she has no suspicion then the pace will be maintained. Seeing that there are two ways of confrontation, one of them is necessary to be played into action methodically.

Another thing that became apparent some time ago was when we entered the tavern, where light was more prevalent, it was easier to see her appearance. It surely was the most abnormal one I've seen, this isn't in a bad way or a good way necessarily, but, if I had to say something besides me being indifferent, it would have to be it was elegant and partially angelic with immense thoughts of curiosity, this would be the accurate depiction 

“Mis- I mean, Reiyala, do you mind if I order us some food?”

“No, that would be perfect actually” 

“Do you have any preferences?”

“I don't, whatever you get will be wonderful, thank you, Dante” 

Walking over to the front of a tavern an elderly man stood there. Assuming he was the barkeep or the owner, I ordered two dishes and drinks. The dishes consisted of a simple slab of steak with rice, the drinks being alcohol. However, this wasn't just for the purpose of drinking, it provided me with an alibi that would be useful to control the outlet of information that would surface from myself still even in a ‘drunk state’. The alcohol was known as kaji-ekatai, meaning fire liquid, it had a repudiation of intoxicating the drinkers who consumed the liquid in a very short amount of time. This was only for appearances, of course, which no one is aware of in the whole world, especially not Miss. Tatamachi is, that it is impossible for me to be intoxicated by any means. This means I will not subdue to the alcohol that every other person would, this was useful as a form of not only an alibi, this pertained to other substances including ‘truth serum. This in turn effectively eliminates the possibility of me unnecessarily presenting information to any person or persons that intend to extract knowledge under any circumstance. After ordering, receiving the order, and bringing the meals back over to Miss. Tatamachi, things were going too smooth, it made a slight chill enter my spine. Guess the most proficient action would be to act like the consumption of the alcohol had me intoxicated, no performance that would be too extreme though. Proceeding to unravel my well-presented posture I rocked back in forth within the chair mumbling gibberish under my breath.