[ Eichi shifts a little then, placing his elbows on the bar as he pulls off his white gloves, revealing the silver-white scales and claw-tipped fingers underneath, then reaching out to grab an empty glass, admiring it. ]

Absinthe.

I am a busy man, and our gracious host has already informed me of his intentions after this door, as well as another goal of his which I am to be working toward.

Now would you please stop insulting me by beating around the bush and describe what this ritual entails? Am I expected to sacrifice? Will it detriment me? If it should, how will I be compensated?

I am a businessman, not a gambler.