[center][h3]Ban Kingo[/h3][/center]

Ban hums sitting on one of the ottomans quietly listening to the music. Though his head jerks abit as the guards rush in. Asking after the Old Man, well not really old, but even Ban can tell he's experienced a great deal of things. And his experience will be a great gift and boon to the team. He'd also seen the flicker of movement. Looking around as the guards search, all the places you might expect. It's not until there's that skitter-clack-pinkle some of something outside the room that he spots something else. Howard is at the fridge, somehow suppressing? No not quite suppressing more like actting like he's part of the room. A state of misdirection. And Ban really only got the sense of him out of the corner of his eye. Not really looking at him. So as the guards dash off and Howard seems to just form from thin air he gets to his feet, and bows to the older man, "[i]Hakase[/i] Davis, your skill is amazing. like you are one with the environment. I am in awe."

Ban then bows around the room as the others join them. Calling polite greetings as the other members of the team also filter in. 

[center][h3]Howard Davis[/h3][/center]

Howard gave the young ex-yakuza a nod in thanks. But as the young Northman enters Howard's face hardens. He has to lean back on the counter to really contain his rancor. He takes a deep breath, "Do not take my words as an insult Mr. Black. But do you know the true meaning behind the lyrics of that song? What they actually mean? I should not be so insensed but the massacres of the past on my ancestors that the lyrics of that song were founded upon, make it quite insulting." He chuckles, "Though I know that probably means little. And will not sway you in the admiration of it. As it's clear you like it. But please. Could I ask you, Not in my presence?" He sips his apple juice to calm his personal anger, muttering under his breath about, "Army attacks" and "peaceful camps" and "bloody uncalled for charges". He sighs and turns away.

[center][h3]Ban[/h3][/center]

Ban clears his throat. 

Awkward!

He calls to Oliver as the Northman walks to the kitchen area, "If you need assistance Black-san, I can render it. My clan used to pair finely cut pork over a wonderful stir-fry when it came to whiskey." He mimes chopping and cutting motions, "I can go get my wok."

There's the Yakuza cook again.