Normally, Nishikido would be up and at 'em. He would have cursed her up down left and right and told her to go to hell and pay for the cleaning of his brand new shirt. But to his surprise even, he just stood up and dabbed at it with his napkin.
"Don't worry about it," He smiled. "This old thing? It needs replacing anyway."
He shook his head at his own cheesiness. What was in the wine, has it gone into his head? Or has this girl really gotten into him>?