Teiji listened patiently, nodding slightly to confirm that he was listening. So, the old man wanted him to protect his daughter no matter what. If the occasion arose where he had to pick between saving only one of them, the father wanted him to pick his daughter. He could understand that. "Very well. I understand." He then turned his attention towards Seijun who had just entered the room. His gaze dipped down to the plate she was carrying.<br/><br/>He wasn't one to refuse food, so long as it wasn't poisoned. He doubted this girl was capable of hurting a fly, much less poisoning someone. He reached out with the hand that wasn't resting on the sword and took one of the onigiri off of the plate. He eyed it for but a second before lifting it to his mouth and taking a bite out of it. It was surprisingly good, for such a simple dish.<br/><br/>"Thank you."