<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-style: italic">"She almost worried to death about me... and I almost died of a heart attack when she used that sword... 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."</span><br/><br/>While Blake was soon to agree with Haruki's sentiment, his attention was pulled over to Nyoko. Be it not for his soaked hair, one could easily notice the soft blush on his face. <span style="color: #4000FF">"I would mind that very much, because I could more than that."</span> He answered, turning her and giving a swift wink. Although he was having a little fun now, he did want to stop with his antics with Nyoko. He wanted to believe he had her thinking of him but he wouldn't count the chicken before it hatches. <span style="color: #4000FF">"Hey... Come with me."</span> He finally stood up, motioning for Nyoko to follow him outside.<br/><br/>Rosalia chuckled softly, looking at the blush plastered gently on Haruki's face. Though she wanted to rip on Haruki very much, she would bite her tongue until Blake and Nyoko had left them. And then she would strike... Like a snake. Though void of all but slight disappointment, she was truly enraged. Enraged that that old man of a samurai would hand her own sword to such an arrogant wastrel. Such power wasted in the hands of a stubborn, hot-headed boy... She was not too keen with Akaihana being Nyoko's hands, but with Haruki's near demise at the Black Samurai's hands... She would have taken her new sword and show the boy how ashamed she was inside.</span>