[He's not sure how to respond to that. It could be a good thing. Maybe this means Mikado is seriously going to be willing to work with him. In fact, that seems to be exactly what he's getting at...

But at the same time, fear bubbles back up in his stomach. This could all go so, so badly. At the least, he shouldn't be having this conversation so casually, half-naked in his kitchen. But there's nothing he can do about that part. All he can do is put his right hand down on his gun and turn it towards Mikado without actually picking it up, while his left brings his glass of water to his lips for another drink.]

Yeah? Then I could win right now, couldn't I?