[Law's answer is demonstrably honest; there's hesitation, there's uncertainty. Those aren't things a man who considers himself in some ways Takasugi's peer would make up. They're creatures of pride, always blowing their plumage out larger than it is.

More frequently lost than they admit.

Takasugi sighs, and raises his hand for another helping of the liquor before him. His isn't gone - he'll offer the new set to his companion.] Is it?

I'm not eager to buy their story.

And I'm not going to thank some haughty Amanto- [Aliens.] -for their interference.

Framing it as charity makes no difference. [There's honesty here too, because Takasugi has no reason to lie, and no capacity to hide his hatred for creatures of the stars.]