Kenshin's expression changed little, thought his left brow twitched slightly as the men explained her purpose to him. He was a well-respected member of the Knights by now, one few could best with their swordsmanship alone. He was old. Many knew that. Yet, he was aware that Kylo Ren was not one to placate him. He knew that the famed assassin of years upon years would find little in something that did not match his purpose.
Several minutes had gone by as the Battousai pondered this before he turned, without any grand gesture of any sort, toward the pot. "I shall handle this at the moment. Have you skill in the kitchen?"