Poor Sanro's head is spinning with all the layers the conversation is going, but outwardly he doesn't even blink, "Ah, hai.  I'll getcha after seven in the morning."<br/><br/>And it's too damn early to go an pick on one of his usual playmates.  Cold shower it is, tonight.  With a final roguish grin at Hikari he climbs back into the car and drives away, smooth as always.