[ being able to touch and touch easily is something that Sage has taken getting used to. he doesn't flinch when others touch him anymore (managed to keep that reaction mostly controlled thankfully), but there were still so few that he sought out their touch.

there is a hum, almost a moan, at the coffee, offering the cup to Myung after a moment.]

Want some?

[ signs that Sage likes you: shares his coffee.]

Money isn't the point, and those idiots are fun. Always thinking the small ones are easy. Apparently, because I wear eyeliner, I'm a shit fighter.

[ he is rolling his eyes, you can hear it yes? ]