[ It's a pretty poor peace offering as far as McGillis is concerned, but he is willing to concede that Izou and him probably just have different ideas about the sentimental value of alcohol.

He crosses his arms... or begins to and then thinks better of it, because the position is still uncomfortable. ]

Well, at least I know you're not coward enough to come and poison me when you could as well have the satisfaction of cutting me down.

[ So that's... one positive judgement of character there? After another moment of hesitation, he steps aside. The room has been tidied up since their unfortunate run-in, but the battle damage still shows in the door area. Otherwise, it's so clean and sterile that it's hard to tell anybody even lives there. ]