[Fou-Lu listens and listens until his eyes nearly roll back into his head. He nearly face-dives into the frozen instant dinner he warmed up and started eating during this entire... thing. After catching himself, he quickly tries to come up with a polite way of getting Kunou the hell out.]
... Oh, Kunou, my apologies. It occurred to me that I made arrangements to meet with another, and thus must make myself clean and presentable.