"Good evening, Ayumu. Gojyo's asked if he can stay here tonight -- I hope there's no problem with that?"

Hakkai turns to the cabinet behind him as he speaks, setting the bottle down on the counter while he gets a few sake cups. Three, since she's joined them; Asshole doesn't drink, and giving him a cup would be no more than window dressing.

It helps him get his expression under control. Her hair color isn't the same and her face isn't the same, and he isn't going to be so unreasonable as to ask her not to braid her hair, but still, every time she does, it hits him somewhere well below the level of reason. It's what he'd seen naming her, that's all, and he knows it.

And in any case, if she's working on finding herself a new god or gods, it's nothing he'll have to worry about for long.

"And would you like any sake? Though you'd have to put Spot down."