Genma watched in quiet disbelief as Raidou self-destructed. At least that was how it looked to him. A spectacular fall from a throw that really shouldn't have done more than bruise him a little. He watched, and he thought about it, and then he laughed. "Cutting off your nose to spite your face, or are you actually coming around to my way of thinking about the hot stuff?" he asked. "Or was the waitress the hot stuff you were interested in?"

Raidou's blank look of utter disdain wasn't entirely unexpected. But it was kind of funny.