His eyes keep to the presently untouched cup of sake in front of him. To anyone watching the pair, it might appear as though he hadn't heard her speak, but he had and his gaze shifts to the woman a little too quickly at that proposition, for it. A jerk, even, as of all the things he might have expected issued in return, a proposition of that nature was not one of them and it draws a proud, protective indignance at the thought his rabbit would offer a complete stranger --
Yamata pauses well ahead of himself and defies any hint of pink that might have attempted to rise had he left himself unchecked a second longer. She doesn't know who he was, he reminds himself. At best, she knows he is someone familiar with the Land of Ice and its history from his inquiry, but that doesn't mean anything beyond that he is presumably someone to be wary of, perhaps even hated. He doubted the sword at his side would help matters if she noticed, if she remembered. Had she? He couldn't be sure of that, but he is sure that he needs to keep as tight a rein on his emotions as possible and not falter in being wary for hopefulness. Her answer had not been an admittance, after all.
He regards her for a moment, then reaches to take a long drink from his cup of sake, as though in consideration despite that his decision has already been made. A private location is necessary for the pending activity. Her proposition has not changed that and he's sure of his ability to control the situation, so when he lowers the cup to the table, he turns his eyes to the woman again and offers a slight nod. Nothing quite curt, but nothing unduly polite. He is himself if nothing else.
"Aa. Lead the way," is his simple reply, his tone level for the taste his mouth was treated to moments before.
we now return you to your regularly schedule feels punches
Yamata pauses well ahead of himself and defies any hint of pink that might have attempted to rise had he left himself unchecked a second longer. She doesn't know who he was, he reminds himself. At best, she knows he is someone familiar with the Land of Ice and its history from his inquiry, but that doesn't mean anything beyond that he is presumably someone to be wary of, perhaps even hated. He doubted the sword at his side would help matters if she noticed, if she remembered. Had she? He couldn't be sure of that, but he is sure that he needs to keep as tight a rein on his emotions as possible and not falter in being wary for hopefulness. Her answer had not been an admittance, after all.
He regards her for a moment, then reaches to take a long drink from his cup of sake, as though in consideration despite that his decision has already been made. A private location is necessary for the pending activity. Her proposition has not changed that and he's sure of his ability to control the situation, so when he lowers the cup to the table, he turns his eyes to the woman again and offers a slight nod. Nothing quite curt, but nothing unduly polite. He is himself if nothing else.
"Aa. Lead the way," is his simple reply, his tone level for the taste his mouth was treated to moments before.