[Zhao waited calmly for Majima to cough up his inhaled whiskey. That had to hurt at least a bit. Poor fella. He didn't want to make the guy feel any more embarrassment than he already probably did though so he waited it out politely.

Just so we're on the same page—he turned his head to look at Majima now, waited for the incoming question—ya mean literally or metaphorically?

Without missing a single beat, Zhao went into his response with a little more oomph to his tone than before. A little bit of a loud laugh in his voice as he opened.]

Hoho! Ya lookin' for a good time tonight after the drinks, tiger? [He leaned forward just enough to encroach on Majima's personal space but not invade it entirely. Met Majima's cocksure grin with one of his own.] 'Cause I know a move or two for that sort of affair, too, if you're interested.

[He leaned back into his own space.]

But don't worry, I've got plenty more questions to throw at ya if we're keeping it all hands-free. Dealer's choice.