[Mikado stands there and watches Kida go through the gauntlet of emotions, his frustration and anger and eventual defeat. Despair to nothing more than an idea, and Mikado's not surprised. Aren't emotions some of the most powerful things? More potent than drugs and more devastating than weapons. He sits down quietly across from Kida, looking up into Kida's face with no hint of gloating or triumph, no look of superiority or guile or predatory intent either, no attempts at cajolery, just a quiet sort of study of Kida.]

I was inconsiderate. Sorry.

[It seems sincere.]

They should be out cold for hours, there's no chance they could be faking unconsciousness right now. You don't have to worry that they might know who you are, but I can move them back to the hall until I'm ready to deal with them. I'll be easier to talk without clutter around.

[He stands again, places a hand on Kida's shoulder briefly and goes to drag the men out, it doesn't take long.]