[ it's a good thing that most swords have seen their masters nude at some point (depending on how closely the blade is kept), or this would be a lot more flustering than it is. true, this is a different hideyoshi, but he's still hideyoshi. it seems wrong, somehow, to see him in this sort of state. though he knows the man has lost none of his confidence being stripped down, made to use a sheet to cover himself, and forced into a game like this, the sheer nerve of ceres infuriates souza. who do they really think they are, to attempt something like this with a man like toyotomi hideyoshi? (he can only hope that haru is safe at home, that he's surrounded by the other blades--)

his gaze lifts again at the comment, then slides away. fingers rise almost unconsciously, touching the brand hidden beneath the fabric of his clothing. ] .. No.. you have never been a demon. [ the demon king will always be oda, the master he'd feared the most. even his love for the man had been twisted up with pain and anger.

his hand twitches, then falls away again, curling instead in the coat. he shakes his head once, firm. ] I was only just considering how to do so. I'm afraid that I never play this game, so I am.. unfortunately unfamiliar with it. Perhaps if Kousetsu was also pulled here.. [ a glance back up, seeming faintly startled. .. ah, that's right. ] The Samonji tachi called Kousetsu, that is. My older brother. You would.. own him at this time, as well. Do you not?