Not much of a drinker, huh? Me either, really. Unless I'm cooking! That's the best time to drink.

[ IS IT?? ]

Ah, right. Arbitrary privilege based on random chance. At least, that's what it seems like to me.

[ He calls the waiter over and asks for a full-bodied red wine. The waiter doesn't even look at Lorenz. He assures Childe that the bottle will be right out. Good enough. ]

Wow, talk about rude, huh? Anyway!

[ The waiter might not have looked at Lorenz, but he's all Childe is looking at for the moment. It wasn't like it was some kind of secret that they came here to make a trade, after all. ]

Having met me face to face, you still wanna mark my card off on your game roster?

[ He asks this with the full confidence of a man who already (thinks he) knows the answer. ]