[h2]Isabelle d'Antibes[/h2]

Oh, Saber was worried about acute illness? That was nice of her, but entirely unnecessary. Colds and food poisoning were foreign concerns,; despite her appearance, the nun was far from having a delicate constitution. The first batch of fries was rapidly following the burger as she looked out of the window, and she briefly considered getting another drink but decided that it could wait until afterwards; something to wash down the meal.

"Well, if you're certain. Is there anything else that might drastically swing a battle? It would be disappointing if you had some weakness like a sprig of mistletoe..."

Though that was Norse myth, not an Asian hero.

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[h2]Assassin[/h2]

"It won't do to think about things like allies and enemies... why should we think about more than who would share a drink with a demon? Assassin, Shuten Douji... aah, I'll come along with you as thanks for the sake, but you won't worry too much about obedience, will you?" the oni replied, lifting the case and listening to the contents slosh around for a second before putting it back down, and now looking at her Master. Although she was smiling, the threat in the words was still there: she was a hedonistic demon, not a loyal knight. Expecting such a level of service would be... problematic.