Sookie receives the glass with a nod of thanks, quieting down and taking the straw between her lips, sipping slowly at the drink. It's cold and refreshing, even though it drives a slight shiver down her spine. More than anything, as promised, the sugar is what makes her relax, feeling at home and at ease. There's something about the way that sugar softens the feel of any situation.

Soon, however, the chill grows a little too strong in Sookie's stomach, and she leans back to watch Kisuke's movements closely, smiling at the soft brush of palm over his hair.

"If you know so much about power... does that mean that your job's a complicated one? I guess that shouldn't be a surprise, where death is concerned," she murmurs softly, tapping her cheek as she rests her chin in her palm. "But you make me wonder if it's a violent thing. What you do."