Figuring that, since the wine didn't kill him and the food wasn't prepared by Tsubaki, the cuisine he was provided was safe enough to eat. "Itakidaimawhatever that went like. Thank you for the meal," he said, disregarding his horrid butchering of the Japanese language. He and the Tsurara clan never got along too well [i]anyway[/i], why he wanted to learn Japanese was a mystery beyond him, especially since the Tsuraras spoke English perfectly well. Why he quit after the first five Japanese lessons, however, was a much more easily explained phenomena. And with that, Enrico began to dig in. Free food is good food, or however that saying went, and this was one of those fancy, high-quality restaurants. The sudden change in music mid-song was... odd, but could be explained by someone making a special request or some such thing. He really should stop over thinking things like this. Not everyone's out to kill him after a- The whole restaurant went dark. "Fuck," was the first word to come out of his mouth. He dropped the spoon on his plate, keeping the fork and knife provided to him. Suddenly, a declaration from Tsubaki. It was quiet, yet seemingly louder than everything else. On cue, a band started to play music. Something classical. Beethoven maybe? The tempo was butchered, but he could pick out some iconic music within it. Oh hell. Now the clown was [i]touching[/i] him. Yeah, Enrico decided that he'd be burning this coat later. And not only for the purpose of getting rid of the tracking devices. Not remarking on any of Tsubaki's insane rantings yet, he merely waited for the bastard to get to the point so he could cut his head off, find his minions, and save the day. Or find someone who could save the day. Either or. His killing intent was definitely building up, however. [i]'Dammitthiscreeper'stouchingme,'[/i] Enrico thought, resisting the urge to bring out the big guns with Pegasus and effectively destroy the restaurant in one fell lightning missile. --- [b]"One."[/b] "Wha-" A tablet with private surveillance was provided for Enrico to look upon. The image displayed was of... nothing. Just the sound of a piercing scream before switching to the next horrific reel. [b]"Two."[/b] [i]'...Okay. Okay. Not good, but not too bad, thankfully.'[/i] The assassination of the secretary of Lyranias. To be completely honest, Enrico expected something more over the top than a bullet to the head, but maybe this was a better outcome... [b]"Three."[/b] [i]'The Tsuraras. They'll deal with it... If not, I will.'[/i] The escape of a large mass of prisoners. Okay, okay, nothing the cops couldn't deal with... And anyone else who he ran into would get sent straight back. It wasn't too bad, he guessed... One had to wonder what the grand finale would be. [b]"Four."[/b] "..." No. --- "The answer is..." Enrico began, laughing to himself just a bit, like everything he just saw was a bad joke. "Four, right?" He turned around and went to stab his fork and knife into Tsubaki.