It wasn't entirely unexpected. Kenshin had expected some visitors given the public spectacle that had been his trial and subsequent sentencing. He was not a vain man, and his infamy was not something he was proud of in the slightest. Due to his reputation, however, it was sadly unavoidable. At least this visitor didn't seem to be hostile. The older vampire had been worried that he would draw the attention of warriors and violent masters who might wish to test themselves against the Battousai would claimed he would never kill again.
The other man was significantly taller than Kenshin, but he'd grown accustomed to looking up at most people. As he did with all who set foot in Sayuri's home, he bowed low to the Master out of respect.
"Ah, please come and sit, then," he invited, gestured to a set of chairs nearby his meditation spot. "Can this one bring you refreshment before we begin?" As always, he was ever the humble servant. It was this humility that helped to pay back his never-ending debt to the world he'd helped forged during the great war.