[ Look Akira's equally tired of old dusty guys spouting ideology and trying to weasel donation money out of him, believe it. Running into Goro is the nicest oasis that he's found all week, and while he's not saying no to whatever information about the nominee he can wheedle out Akira feel business being pushed further into the back of his mind the longer he lets himself wax poetic about the genuine edge in Goro's smile. In the privacy of his head, of course.

Outwardly Akira grins wider, ready to take him up on the offer, rotating the cup back around and poking it back toward him with a single finger. ]

Well. If you'd like to travel to the bar and pick me up one of those - [ A few bills are offered up between long, spindly fingers. ] - you can make yourself as comfortable as you like with me.