Takahiro nodded along with Galina's words, seemingly unconcerned with the news.

"Expected, but needed to ask." He kept his gaze fixed on Galina's own, returning her favor of not choosing to look away. He spoke slowly, deliberately, one hand idly tipping the cup in it's grasp. Sake swirled within, reaching up to the very edge time and time again, only for Takahiro to reverse direction, and keep it contained. His free hand remained close by his staff, resting easily on the table, in plain sight but ready to move.

"Though, could be a lie..." He paused his idle swirling to bore through Galina's eyes, judging her posture for a moment before shaking his head. "No, not to risk Klara." His shoulders shrugged at the though, dismissing the news entirely. "Selvin enough, then."

Takahiro took another sip from his cup, savoring the flavor, the sweetness that could only come from the rice of his homeland. Part of him wondered if it would have been more fitting, to have brought a sample of Galina's home liqour as well, but it passed before long. It might have made the Russian Lady more comfortable, but then that wasn't the heart of this matter.

Despite Takahiro's own desire to finish the conversation he had started at the Winchester mansion. Despite everything that had gone into this mission, everything done to bring Galina [i]here[/i], it remained a very Japanese kind of task.

A very [i]family[/i] task. Sake was truly the only drink for the occasion.

"If don't mind, a question?" Lowering his cup to set it gently upon the table, Takahiro took advantage of the newly-freed hand to make a brief, all-encompassing gesture. "Tonight, my plan but... Goemon's work, most. Did well, Goemon? In professional opinion- any, big mistakes?"