( That mood shift is ominous, and so Esi stills his fingers around his glass, side eyeing the dog on his shoulder. )

What do you mean, inefficient? You're a high enough rank. All of our points can go towards me.

( Lifting his drink, he takes a long sip, eyes closing. When he sets the glass down again with a sigh, he tries to push past this. )

So, do you like it? It sounds like you might just like it.