[ His stare isn't quite rude, but it's clear he's only ever seen cats react in the way Q'uila had. This was new for him. He's almost more watching her ears as she speaks, but his eyes meets hers once he starts speaking again. ]

Yeah, uh, the city I live in is surrounded by mountains on all sides. I think beyond the mountains is jungle, but I don't remember. I don't think I've ever seen the sea. [ He has the expression of a man who's clearly frustrated with this lack of knowledge, but it passes. ] It would be nice to have a change of scenery.

[ He looked about to speak about her own training, but he perked up the moment she asked about his katana. ] Oh, let me go grab it.

[ He moved away from the camera for a moment, and while he was out of frame the water for his tea went off. He took a moment to prepare his tea, and then popped back into frame with his sword in hand. ]

Of course it would be inappropriate for me to unsheathe it, but here.

[ He holds the sheathed sword up to the camera. It's exquisitely made: the handle of the sword is black fabric with red ornament. The scabbard is a beautiful red that matches the ornament in the handle, with the end cap and cord in gold, matching the tie for his hair and the trim around the sleeve of his robe. ]

I'm the only samurai here, actually. It's just something I'm good at, I guess. I also really like the old pre-war samurai movies as well. [ He hesitates, then speaks again almost shyly. ] But there are... Samurai there? Like in the movies?