"Hell yeah," Claudius said. "Kiritsugu, from the Yakuza-- Japanese mafia." The boy intentionally left off any honorifics from the man's name. Why should he pretend to be a gentleman when his old life was staring him in the face? "We met several times," he said confidently. "Now what the hell are you doing in our room?"<br/><br/>Miku was somewhere between resisting a gag and holding herself from running to hide. Clau-chan knew some of the worst people, and she'd never had any interest in meeting any of them. Now that the possibility was raised that the man before them was actually in the Yakuza, she suddenly felt... a bit vulnerable. She was going to stay and watch for now though. Miku was interested in seeing how Ije-chan reacted to the new situation-- if Claudius was even right about this.<br/><br/>"Yakuza?" Ijemaru asked after a brief moment of silence. He had a curious look on his face and one eyebrow raised. Claudius wasn't always right by any means, but he didn't often make mistakes when it came to information on the underground. That was, after all, his area of specialty in the family. Now... the real question here was, how would the son of a Japanese Nobel react to this? Unless he wanted to just drop the facade? No, not just yet. Perhaps something like...<br/><br/>"Well, I hadn't known the Yakuza had such great actors among their ranks," he said with slight curiosity and a twinge of respect. "I don't doubt Claudius' input on matters such as these," he said, his eyes narrowing just slightly, "So perhaps now that it's up in the air, there's something more pressing you'd like to ask us? Unless, of course, you'd rather be in the presence of our father first? I'm sure you're fully aware by now how many there are in our family," he said slyly.