Chung-ho sighed disappointed. “No thank-you, but-” He came to a halt; a eerie feeling beginning to creep over his body. It felt like... like perhaps he was in danger. As if he was surrounded by it in fact. He looked over his shoulder at the boisterous crowd, and warmly lit bar but couldn't seem to pinpoint it, so he ignored the feeling and turned back to the barmaid. 

Dark brows lightly furrowed and black eyes pointed downwards, he responded. “but- umm, yea, thanks for the help,” He told her absently. With a small twist, he faced back towards the counter. 

[i]That was weird,[/i] he told himself, if only to rationalize the unusual.