"She almost worried to death about me," Haruki swept his hair out of his eyes, "and I almost died of a heart attack when she used that sword." Slowly, holding onto the door frame, he managed to stand up again, and stretched his arms above his head. "But I guess it sure would be a shame if I couldn't have a drink with you anymore. I've seen too few bottoms of sake jugs to die." he smirked. Nyoko put one hand on his shoulder.<br/><br/>"I still need him to carry my bags and buy clothes for me." she joked, fluttering her long lashes.<br/>"Hey, I'm neither your butler, nor your armrest!" Haruki burst out, shaking her hand off, and crossed his arms on his chest with a half-hearted, and in jest rather than serious anger. She giggled, and moved over to Blake. "Then can I abuse you as an armrest?" she joked, and gave him a sweet, seductive smile. Haruki blushed, partly in shame at her antics, and partly at catching Rosalia's gaze. It was the sort of look he always got from his master.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">You think you're a swordsman, and then you go and do something like this. I'm far beyond beginning to doubt you,</span>he would have said to him.