Point taken. I'll warn you next time before I blow a hole in your floor.

[Or maybe he'll learn his lesson and not fuck around with his gun in the manor? It's a tossup.

The elevator chimes and the doors slide open, welcoming them back onto the manor grounds. Akira heads straight for the second floor.]

What kind of flowers did you want, anyway? If you want a dozen hand-grown roses, I'll do it, but you may be waiting a while.