The Shadow frowns mildly, thoughts loosened by the drink and the conversation. "I do nothing I do not choose to do. I appreciate your gratitude, but I'm not in the habit of believing anyone owes me anything. But..." He takes a slow gulp and sets his tumbler down on the table with a sigh. "My world is not your world. What is it you feel you owe me? What would ease your conscience about the matter?" This time his tone, like his usually impassive face, is more difficult to interpret. Ichi's humility is unfamiliar, despite his knowledge of the cultural background. It irks him mildly to be tied to anyone by any debt, when he is used to thinking of himself as such an entirely independent being.