[ He's not sure he'd quite understand what's at stake here even if he weren't so drunk that the room keeps spinning slowly around him. As it is, Gen's left just squinting dubiously at Misa for a moment -- opening his mouth to speak, hesitating, rearranging the words in his head, then finally producing words. ]

Still don't get why it'd be a bad thing if this was more like a bis -- business thing. People who hit it off can go party on their own, can't they? Would've been less trouble for you.

[ Bottom line: he doesn't doesn't quite understand why Misa (and Lottie) would spend all their money when they could have just ... not. Why ever do things for other people at personal cost when it could just be avoided?

But, well.

Gen does sigh afterward, rubbing a hand over his face. Then adds languidly, ]

Guess you did a good job, though, if this is what you were supposed to do? Don't think anyone could've avoided coming here what with all that annoying shit you kept beaming in our heads, and looked like people were getting along well enough so -- good job.

[ It's ... incredibly lackluster as far as praise goes. Delivered at a sleepy, lazy deadpan, complete with shitty word choice and a lack of eye contact because his gaze keeps drifting off towards some point in the middle distance. But it is still praise, and given without any demands in exchange. So hey! It's something. ]