[ part of Abel is simply absorbed in a wonderment, a sort of morbid fascination the longer the list goes. another part of him is quietly mortified at the amount of liquor this woman has put down -- enough to heavily sedate a large elephant at this point, he thinks! amazing. magnificent.

frightening.

he's tilting his head ever so slightly..... ]

Fascinating... do you have some kind of second stomach just for alcohol?! I mean-- I can't fathom where it all goes, you know? H-how are you even upright right now...?

[ Shuten....... he prays none of the other, ah. less 'oni'-inclined among the bar's patrons didn't try to match her, because it sounds like a great way to ensure a one-way ticket to alcohol poisoning and a rather large hospital bill. .......or liver failure?? ]