And play with it the dragon does. Its pupils swell like a cat having sighted a mouse, and it twists itself upwards to claw at the ribbon with a hoarse croak. Hanzo's attention, however, is not on the water.

Not really. It's just water. It's the woman controlling it that now has his interest, and for a moment he wonders just what is in these hookahs, after all.

"...that is quite a gift," he notes softly, after a moment, one thick eyebrow arching.