[He would hardly call this conversation full of pleasantries, not with the overt lingering threat of violence. He expected that it was little more than a matter of time, and it seemed that such a time had come. It reminded him of a time a long, long time ago when he had been much younger.

This was not his first encounter with his face slamming into a table top. He hissed in aggravation, and his hand snapped to the knife from home that he always kept close. His fingers closed on the hilt, and he made slow movements to pull it from the sheathe. His attention was on Akechi looming, his mutilated eye focusing.]

Perhaps you should provide details on what this happy future life will entail for you, and I can make certain to have my affairs not overlap with yours. [The knife was free, and he moved it quickly to try to press the tip to Akechi's inner thigh.] Jinx can handle herself just fine, boy.