[ Ryo had been wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt, and so the contact of the carapace made him feel a little... strange. It's not like the armored claws of the Netherworld grunts, and it's very... different, but not unpleasant. Thankfully(?) he is not so scatter-brained as to suddenly change topics. ]
Really?
[ He didn't realize that he had been holding his breath -- maybe he had been expecting some kind of scolding, or that maybe Ms Postmaster would run away from him... ]
That's... I'm sorry. [Catching himself!] I mean, killing's not the best thing for anyone to do, but it's a warrior's duty.