When the second drink comes, there's only about half the previous amount of liquor in the glass, and to the side are a shot glass of water, a sugar cube and a flat, slotted spoon. The pale man places the sugar cube onto the spoon and proceeds to pour the water over it slowly, speaking as he does so.

"I know that feeling: I'd hoped, when Pride offered me a contract, that I would be a keyboardist or a violinist, but they signed me on as a vocalist. Best thing to do, in that case, is to make the most of what life has sent you.

"And so, I signed on with Pride Records, and now Crown of Thorns has had an earth-walking angel appear in their midst." He'll push the glass closer to Roxas with an inviting smile. "Enjoy the kiss of the green faery."