[There's nothing he can see wrong with what he's said, no unintentional meanings he can find going over the words again in his head. It's possible he's missing something, but he's confident enough to say that he's said nothing he didn't intend. If Kazuha was occupied then he may see out conversation elsewhere and if he used the magic he had learned he could determine if the samurai was busy or not.
Nothing of issue there.
The immortal shrugs against the samurai's shoulder, it's not his place to say whether Kazuha should be allowed to praise his meals or not. The poetry is something he's come to have grown accustomed to, though he does think that sometimes the man talks too much. It's not something Scaramouche feels the need to stop him from doing when around him, even if for something like food he would never do the same.]
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[There's nothing he can see wrong with what he's said, no unintentional meanings he can find going over the words again in his head. It's possible he's missing something, but he's confident enough to say that he's said nothing he didn't intend. If Kazuha was occupied then he may see out conversation elsewhere and if he used the magic he had learned he could determine if the samurai was busy or not.
Nothing of issue there.
The immortal shrugs against the samurai's shoulder, it's not his place to say whether Kazuha should be allowed to praise his meals or not. The poetry is something he's come to have grown accustomed to, though he does think that sometimes the man talks too much. It's not something Scaramouche feels the need to stop him from doing when around him, even if for something like food he would never do the same.]
I wouldn't go so far as to write poetry about it.