[i]'Maetaka-[/i]sama[i]?'[/i] the young man thought as Nikita and Shakuntala walked away. The only people that ever called him "-sama" were his grandfather's servants, and he regularly requested they not do so. The title "-sama" made Takeshi uncomfortable. He hadn't done anything to deserve being called such a thing. All he'd managed to accomplish in life so far was get lucky about the family he was born into (or perhaps "unlucky" was the right word) and read a lot. However, before he could request that "-san" or simply nothing at all were fine enough, both of the girls had disappeared into a separate room and another person had appeared at the door.

Takeshi entered when he was bid to, thought he politely corrected Weisse's pronunciation of his name. "It's actually Maetaka, if you don't mind." It was only after he corrected the other student that he realized the rapier he seemed to have his hand on. Hey, this guy had a sword. Maybe he knew Katana-Dude! But the way he was holding seemed like he was ready to use it if he needed to. It wasn't like he was [i]going to[/i] need to use it, though. Takeshi wouldn't hurt a fly. Well, maybe a fly, but flies were bugs and bugs were Satan.

"No need for weapons, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to talk. I've been requested by my good friend Clarius Branford to go door to door looking for some guy with a katana. He wanted me to send him down to the nurse's office so he could have a word with him. Something about that girl that got stabbed, I think. Either of you know the guy? Either of you actually the guy?"