The Shadow gives another shiver and stretches, reveling in the unfamiliar absence of knots along his spine. "They did. That's how most of them died, and I'm sorry for it..." He half-turns, and raises an eyebrow, but one drink will hardly impact his cold. "Thank you..." Whether he's grateful for the sake, the massage, or both, is left to Ichi to decide. The contents of the small cup go down in a single warming swallow.