[His laugh is nothing like his usual sharp, wry chuckle; it's deep and quiet enough to be swept away in the tittering of the women raising their glasses to toast.] Of course you'd say that.

If only they knew of the true depths of your stupidity. [Takasugi drinks to that, downing his liquor before audibly setting his glass on the table.

One woman asks if there's a story to the stupidity, and the other watches in anticipation.] Heh. I could keep you here all night with stories about his... ah, 'bravery', was it? [Amusing.

He's ready to spin a tale, unless Cain wants to interrupt and spin one for himself.]