Saitou somehow doubted his sentiments were true. No matter, he didn't care either way. But he was a bit irked that the Western waiter had noticed his predicament with his hearing. Oh well, if this man wanted to play a part, he could do the same, Saitou looking up to the man in a smile, of all things. "Kake soba would be fine, thank you." He said nothing on his hearing, however. Let the man take that as he wished, but mostly Saitou just wanted to relay That's not any of your concern.

The Mibu wolf watched the pathway from the kitchen for a bit and became a bit disconcerted that someone would walk too closely to his katana and trip over it-- not that he cared for them, but he knew in this day and age it was an old sword, probably very old, and most likely needed a new handle, among other things. Silently he moved it back to the holding spot on his belt, snapping it securely with a soft "click." He only hoped no one offered him sake, today. Otherwise this place might be filled with blood.