It's something to do on a Saturday night. [he shrugs, keeping things cool and casual, not thinking about how easily they get along when there isn't an irritant acting as catalyst...] Just, they're always in the pleasure district, one time it was in the basement of a brothel. So if you do anything stupid, I'm kicking your ass and leaving you there.

[good, yes, food soon. Meanwhile, he drifts back through the kitchen to the living room to resume straightening-up, finding more things that don't belong on or under the couch and wondering where most of them came from, since he isn't the type to amass a collection of objects. Oh, hey, there's his sword-cleaning kit...]

Angelo's just this guy I met while on a job, not like he's a friend or anything. [since most people don't manage to get that close to him anyway. Just Vietnam and Kashuu. The rest are all acquaintances.] Maybe he'll let us in to have a drink while he's working on...whatever he's doing. Fixing it up, I dunno. And shut up, Tenka was the one who gave me work. Angelo's just keeping me on because I was already there.