Legato looked for a long moment at the area of his arm that she had touched. He wasn’t used to people touching him, and found the lingering discomfort irritating.

“Legato.” Was all he said of his name. “People try to kill me all the time, and I have never turned to alcohol.” He eyed her many glasses, and wondered how many it would take to make her breath flammable, and if it were at all possible. An amusing image of the girl’s mouth catching fire from all her alcohol and talking flashed into his mind, and he chuckled.

[OOC: OmgLol. xD ]