[Pointing a dagger at Takasugi is a good instinct to have.

There's a sword at his side, though even had the weapon been pulled on him, he likely wouldn't have drawn his own. Menacing though he may appear loitering at an alley's mouth, teeth bared in a wide smile and the glow in his eyes diffused by a thin wisp of smoke, he really did just come to talk.]

I imagine there's a certain sense of irony in turning your poachers to gold- [A chuckle, high pitched and sharp.

The less merciful the better.] What became of the last, I wonder... Did you gouge his throat out with your knife? [Come on, tell him a bloody story - he loves those.]