[ As their drinks arrive, he takes one glance at the drink placed in front of Kasumi before turning toward her, giving her a flat look that seemed to say, Are you being serious? without as many words.

Her question draws a chuckle from him, and he tips his head to one side in concession – fair point. The sharp, bitter smell of alcohol and thick, humid air hangs in the room, even despite its high ceilings. ]

I meant more metaphorically, but you’re right. They could probably stand to hang a few pine tree air fresheners in here.