Takashi fixed the man with a steely eyed stare as he listened in silence. When the suit finished speaking, the large man replied simply, though his Neo-Tokyo streetspeak accent shone through briefly.
"There is no honor to be found in the beating of a defenseless man. Trial by combat; seppuku; these are truly honorable ways of dealing with traitors," he responded, bowing formally as if to both indicate that the suit should continue what he was doing and as an apology for interrupting.
As the group followed the man into the back room, Takashi paused briefly to take in every visible detail about the middle aged man in the darkened room; the way he carried himself, his facial features, the blade in his hands and how he looked in his surroundings. "Hmm. A man who calls himself Mita-Gumi and yet resorts to senseless violence; I shall have to watch this one closely. No payment is worth staining one's honor for; I may not be samurai, but a ronin must still obey Bushido."
As he waited in the back room with the others he said a brief supplication to Hachiman, and bowed deeply with his hands at his side before accepting the cup of tea. Takashi listened as the man spoke, and was pleased when Tantei responded with his exact thoughts. He gave her an almost imperceptible nod as a show of respect and acceptance when she looked in his direction, and remained quiet.
As the man seemed out of place both in terms of style and demeanor, Takashi sent a mental command through his trodes to his commlink in order to capture a clear image of his face, intent on learning more about their mysterious employer later on.
