"I've had plenty of your friends, though." The Shadow stands by a chair, watching Ichi find his way around. "You're just lucky I had a break in my work. I have sake... but I have a few other things you've probably never tasted." His breathing is much better today, the rattle and wheeze a sound so quiet it can only be detected by an ear to the chest... or truly excellent hearing.

There is an exceptionally long leather couch facing the coffee table, and a few chairs grouped around it but far enough away to make space should Ichi try to sit on the floor. One chair is leather, but the rest and the coffee table have sleek black metal in their construction. It's likely more furniture than he is used to finding anywhere but the common room of an inn.