That either made him extremely well adjusted, or already insane enough to not care. Whichever it was, he had Mark's interest, which Draegan would be hard-pressed to lose.
About as good at small talk as the rest of his family, he soon fell into silence, nursing his saki and watching the patrons of the bar. He wasn't the one who'd asked for this; if Draegan wanted something, he'd ask, Mark figured.