Kisame knew he shouldn't give more clues, and shouldn't push the boundaries of his current false identity further. But that statement had him thinking of his own often violent receptions in various countries. Killing more than his share of Konoha-nin during his worst missions was a just cause for them, but one in particular stood out and left a bitter ghost on his memories. Kisame would jump at a chance to go again with Morino Ibiki, this time without comrades or orders standing in the way.

So he said it anyway, and subtlety be damned. It was truth. "I wasn't involved in negotiations, but I remember that hostility well enough! I wonder how--well, that was a long time ago. I doubt he remembers me as well as I remember him. A shame that a rematch would be counterproductive to these negotiations."

Kisame went immediately quiet when they got close enough to the tower to be heard. Even though he masked it well, his eyes immediately searched for less obvious guards. There would be, he knew, and a part of him was ready for war, not peace. A fight or a killing; he was forged in blood for those purposes and there was no changing that. But this mission was to observe, so when Neji went inside Kisame stayed still, letting his senses feed him information and giving not even a nod to the guards in easy view.

So he hadn't done so much as shuffle his feet when the escort returned, and it was like a glimpsing spark catching to watch Kisame fall back into his role. Too obvious, but Kisame was almost itching to get caught. With the meetings with his comrade, and that Miliani girl on the way here, he was not ...in the best of moods. Kisame was chafing and frustrated and bitter about the state of the world.

"I would usually request fish, but this far from the sea... So I put myself in your capable hands. Introduce me to a local dish, Neji-san."