Fufu... oh, I'm not planning on it. But you know, seeing as we both seem to want the same thing-- why don't I make things more interesting?

[He takes the shot and throws it back -- already starting to feel a little fuzzy around the edges from the previous drinks. But he won't sound like he's getting tipsy at all, even if he's pretty sure he wouldn't be able to walk straight if he got up now.]

[He leans in closer, speaking low so only Chuuya can hear him.]

If you win... why don't I tell you who and what I really am?