Such flattery. [ The words are murmured and half-hidden from his hand as he takes out his cigarette, blowing smoke towards the ceiling. ] You must be a gambling man, Abuto-san, to place such faith on a cripple.

[ The smirk he doesn't bother to hide belies his words. Slowly, Takasugi cocks his head to the side. ]

Will he? I haven't had a chance to speak to him yet, unfortunately. [ He watches as Kamui flit around the room. ] He seems a busy man.

[ This is a useful skill to have in this shadowy world of theirs: perfectly polite words with just a hit of the sardonic that only the most observant can pick out. ]