At the clink on his cup, Ichi reaches out, finding the other tumbler on the table and holds it up for The Shadow to fill instead. He listens to The Shadow's words, finishing off his cup and then holding the tumbler with both hands, almost like he would a tea cup. His face looks dark, but not quite troubled as he remains silent for a few moments, mulling over the words. He takes a healthy pull from the scotch and gives a short, frustrated huff.

"If it truly meant that much to you..." His hands explore the texture of the tumbler as he speaks. "Then I guess I don't have much choice but to consider it paid." He doesn't sound particularly happy about it, but he can think of no alternative.