The inn she speaks of is familiar to Yamata, what with the lot of those businesses being grouped fairly close together in this village. He had considered it upon arrival before opting for another, even, his only other thought as to their destination being the proximity to Kouran. Kou is safe. Of that, he is certain. This meeting would see no threat made to her and so, the thought is fleeting, something noted and passed over in favor of more immediate, genuine concerns.

The occupation of this Kuzuryu stands as one such concern. Servants they are by nature, but a Kuzuryu traveling far from her 'master' and openly offering herself to a strange man in a bar does not lend itself to a kind reality. Little did in the wake of their shared early history and this was a possible, albeit unfortunate course for her life to have taken. It would, of course, prove more unfortunate for her 'danna-sama' should that be the case, the embers of an ire eighteen years in the making stirred only to be hushed, to see questions die on his tongue out of necessity with respect to the public location.

That changes when they cross the threshold of her room, a hand planted flat against the back of the door with minimal weight applied to close it. He doesn't mind the darkness. Doesn't think much of it, but the lock is turned quickly and he straightens, words cutting through the silence. He hasn't forgotten the nature of the intent he sensed earlier. That's the one thing that seems out of place in the midst of all of this and he expects something for it, but he will get a word in edgewise before that something is permitted.

"I've been looking for you," he said, his tone shifting to something more personal in the private dark. "You, the last of the Kuzuryu clan of the Land of Ice, whose loyalty to those born of the Storm has seen us to this present. Look at what the years have done to us."