"Depends on what cha ask." Akachi grinned again, then shrugged, "Well, ya tink den. When ya tink o wat cha wanna ask dat ya can't answer on yer own, den ya come find me."
She stood up, picking her drink up and patted his face, "Yer a pretty one. Maybe next time, ya bring me sometin' pretty and I'll fuck yer brains out."