"My wrists are fine. No katana packs the kick a modern firearm does." He smirks faintly, and refills the sake cup for Ichi. "To each his own poison. It's been a long time since I had drinks at all..." He's content with his scotch, for now, which leaves more sake for his companion.

"If there's ever anything you'd like me to teach you, just ask. That way we'll be even..." He'd hate to go incurring debts again, on either side.