[ They're beginning to draw attention again. Initially they'd been little more than a fleeting distraction for the people wondering if this is yet another lovers' quarrel, a breakdown between Bondmates, or a good old-fashioned disagreement over market prices. Now? It's clear it's more, and Sasuke is reluctant to pause again. ]

I'm not.

Your identity is tied entirely to your specific kind of art. You assume mine is tied to my eyes, but I can fight in other ways. Are you willing to?