Sack of potatoes

"You… You are a sadist, aren't you?" Zinbad darted a fiery look towards Tanya as he said that.

"Why would you even say that? I mean, I simply brought out the beer I ordered for myself that I was planning to drink all by myself. Why would that make me a sadist? You truly have a vivid imagination now, don't you?" She shrugged as she asked that.

"No, no, no. You're doing something that you've been planning all along. Enticing me into drinking this… poison!" He raised his voice, which annoyed the customers there, so he went back to his normal voice instead.

"Enticing? Me? Well, I am doing nothing of that sort. If anything, you're the one who's doing that to yourself. Like, if you had that so-called drive to not drink and stuff, you wouldn't have felt enticed. It's as simple as that if you ask me." She replied.

"Huh? Oh, I get what's going on right now. You're trying to pin all the blame on me right now, aren't you?" He asked.