[Dist would look down on you regardless of how hideous she does and doesn't look. Kind of like now. Dist purses her lips, looking sharply at Asch as if she could see right through him, then scoffed and slid onto a seat at the bar table.]

Fine. I'll be sure to contact him later. [She pauses and her lips slowly curl into a kind of vilainous smirk.] You, on the other hand, can get me a drink. Perhaps a glass of red wine. What do you sug--oh...are you even old enough to drink, boy?