Noriaki found her steps having to quicken to keep pace with Yuki; while Yuki was swiftly walking, Noriaki looked to be jogging alongside her, her swords clinking lightly against her armor. She raised no complaint on the matter, she was glad to at least be getting some manner of conversation out of her. And she did enjoy the way the crowds seemed to simply part, allowing the two of them undisturbed passage through the streets and pathways. It had to have been Yuki's presence, it was the easiest explanation to come to. Noriaki gave small nods and bows to some of the onlooking citizens, but decided against doing it to everyone they passed by, at that rate her neck would be sore. 

"I can't say I've had blood in my sake, no, but tears? Absolutely, and not just my own," Noriaki spoke the last bit with an odd sense of pride, complete with a smirk and a nod that went ignored, "You must be incredibly bored or you've experienced something truly harrowing to drink so much and so often with no regard to quality and taste. I'm going to say its boredom, you don't look the type to get bothered by much, unless the lack of an arm and the scar on your face are directly responsible for your newfound addiction to sake." 

Noriaki wasn't passing judgment, people had their vices, and if Yuki's was sake, more power to her for being able to stand and move, let alone function, after downing large quantities, or at least the assumption was that Yuki let it flow freely into her gullet, if her words were any indication. 

"You know, I've brewed sake once or twice, had to make a little extra money to support myself before I became famous and all. Not so sure if it's any good, but if quality is no concern, well why not. Remind me to make you some. Fair warning, I like my sake sweet to the tongue, just the same as my partners." 

If that counted as a flirt, Noriaki hoped it was one she could get away with.