[ See, this is why she likes talking to this absolute menace. He just takes one look at the subject matter and goes 'aight bet' to the wildest shit. What a king.
Mayou gives him an amused look over the calpico bottle. ]

Are you asking to be?

[ A deeper draught of the pleasantly fruity drink lets the question sink in a bit in the natural lull. She's reasonably certain he wouldn't be that foolish, but... it's tough to say with Akira. He's not an easy person to predict, even with Mayou's proclivity for reading between the lines.
After draining roughly a third of the bottle in one long pull, she continues: ]

Fylgan hex. In other words — unpleasant effects that "follow" someone for a set amount of time constantly. Very annoying, trust me.