[Souji tilts his head slightly to the side in thought, the bells attached to his hair pins tinkling softly. He studies the other man's face for a moment in silence, trying to decide what to make of him. He definitely has the feel of a proper warrior, he decides - honestly, he can practically feel the strength coming off him, making his fingers itch. But he's dressed up in rather extremely impractical clothes, and he certainly isn't carrying his swords, so that kind of reaction is a bit silly.

But he can understand, he thinks, why a man like this might find trouble letting go of what burdens him - as any warrior would.]

I'm afraid I can't tell you that. Only you know what loyalties you have left behind, and what duties may be unfinished, right? [Another one of those bright smiles, this one perhaps a little bit brittle around the edges.]

I didn't mean that you should put your feelings away. [A small shrug, narrow shoulders and rustling cloth.] Just that I can listen, if you don't think it's likely that I can distract you.