He waits as Konoe tries his own drink, tail twitching pensively against Konoe's own. When his ears perk up, Asato mirrors the movement in curiosity, already leaning in a little closer to have a better look and to maybe see if he can catch any kind of scent coming from the brightly-colored drink. He picks up the smell of fruits, a mixture that almost reminds him of kuims.

So when Konoe offers to have him try, he's glad to be able to satisfy his curiosity, switching glasses between the two of them and having a little taste. The first sip is odd, with the flavor of his own drink still on his tongue, but the second is bright and tart, making him lick his lips when he puts the glass down again.

"They're both good. If you like this one better, we can switch, too."

He's smiling a bit more, caught up in the relaxing atmosphere and their carefree conversation. Still timid, yes, even more so than normal, but no longer completely withdrawn.