Walking down the many stone stairs that lay in front of him, Tutsurugi was keeping a perfect pace behind his master. He strode directly behind him, but not so close as to step on his heels, and not too far away to be considered disrespectful. Tutsurugi blindly followed Ryuunosuke to their destination, passing several lanterns, both modern and not, until they finally reached their destination. Before he knew it, his ever precious master turned toward him and said, ❝Imagine you were a thirsty royal with a taste for the finest of sake, Tutsurugi. You come across a bar and, though it is a gathering for common folk, you feel yourself compelled to enter. What would you suggest to be done about it?❞ Only before closing his eyes and shooting him a playful look did his prince continue, ❝Careful with your response, though—We may just disobey you, all the same, such a mischievous prince as We.❞
❝If this royalty is so thirsty then he should surely be able to lower himself and go to a place of such common birth❞, Tutsurugi said in an almost exaggerated joking manner. ❝But-❞ all of a sudden his tone and expression swiftly got much more serious, ❝-he should be well aware of his reputation, and the dangers that lurk in such places❞ Almost immediately after that sentence his returned smile to his face and he waited patiently for more words.