The Shadow rolls his eyes, bemused, but he's not looking to make this sort of relaxation a habit. His work demands he keep sharp as much of the time as is humanly possible. Sometimes it even demands the superhuman, and he does his best to live up to it.

He watches Ichi go with a nod, and gazes thoughtfully at the space he has vacated for some time. Washing the cups can wait for later. For the moment, he is content to relish the unfamiliar sensation of being truly relaxed.