Upon entering the weapon-covered walls of Lucca's fine sanctuary, Kohdeki absorbed himself in examining the weapons and other various items that covered the walls.<br/><br/>He prefered the silence of the room to his constant run-on and boasting, occassionally testing how quietly he could move about the room. Since Lucca had offered up some of her stock of weapons for use, Kohdeki moved over to the throwing knives and replenished his stock, occassionally exchanging lower quality knives for those of higher quality.<br/><br/>He had seen the list on the table as they entered; some names crossed out in red ink. He tried to ignore it, out of courtesy, but it still reminded him of what kind of work Lucca did. Reminded him of the blurred visions of his past. He wouldn't judge her; he knew business was business, just like any other Shadow Guild affiliate. In fact, he was sure most of her targets deserved their execution, but it still bothered him on the inside.<br/><br/>His belief that life was too important to waste might have been ungrounded, but his past was to blame.<br/><br/>The sound of Lucca's footsteps reached Kohdeki's ears, signalling him to back away from the wall. It was more of a subconscious action than anything else.<br/><br/>Kohdeki greeted Lucca properly, this time, with a smirk at her question.<br/><br/>"Nothing at all, Looney." Kohdeki said before stifling a small laugh at his bad pun. "Well, besides informing you that we should be getting paid by the Council. If we survive. Orino said the Council was pushing this off on Cersei, which means shiny for us."