[If the blade over his chest bothers him at all, there sure isn't any outward indication. He keeps his arm locked solidly instead, and a part of him wishes that he could be just a little stronger... Just a little. He could crush the life out of another sword easily, then. Break the human body and snap the metal without worry. The hand that's holding his vessel remains at his side for the time being.

At the question, he looks toward a spot a little beyond Midare's shoulder before actually meeting his eyes. His don't reflect much, but the expression he wears is one he hasn't even given to an enemy before.]

Hey, what are you talking about...? I'm right here answering you, aren't I? I mean, it's not super confusing! I just decided that I'm totally over dealing with such a big crowd.