Ooh, am I gettin' warm, pal?

[ He grins. Surprisingly, his grip doesn't tighten. If Kizakura wants him to hurry up, the he won't. It's not his first rodeo.

He licks the blood off his lips slowly,
dragging the blunt side of the knife over his chin like he's pondering something. ]

So that girl ya saved, who's she to ya? Like a daughter? Or do ya got some creepy fetish for 'er? Sage-chan promise ya he'd get' er ta notice ya?