[ What Abuto would think of as a pleasant evening is something that Takasugi considers to be boring. He hasn't joined the yakuza for simple things like socialising and mingling, after all - he could've simply gone into politics for that; his father had enough money to support that career, and would have been supportive of him because it would be something legitimate. No, Takasugi's idea of a pleasant evening usually consists of far more blood than what has been spilled tonight.

Still, he knows how to restrain himself, and now he only gives Abuto a small, upward quirk of the lips. Something that edges between a smile and a smirk. ]

A joyous occasion? That's rather rude, for all the blood that has been used to usher in this day.

[ He chuckles softly to himself before his feet shifts, and he gives Abuto an equally low bow. ]

It has been a pleasure to attend this gathering, Abuto-san. [ He lifts his gaze slightly, the green glinting under the bright lights of the ballroom. ] I look forward to seeing the Yatokai rise again.