That was a sentiment easily enough agreed to, for all that it flew in the face of Sasuke's training and nature to avoid a conflict: there simply didn't seem to be anyone here of any particular high rank, and Sasuke had already seen first-hand how useless the regular sailor's information was. With the crew's name and his own face already plastered on Wanted posters, it was far from a risk worth taking.

With that in mind, the question was confusing, Sasuke glancing down at himself in an effort to work out exactly what about him might suggest enjoying something about the increasingly-tipsy crowd.

"... I don't understand your question," he said after a moment, a frown creasing his forehead behind the mask. "What possibilities are you suggesting?"