Saizo seemed to resign himself to forced tolerance and proceeded to burrow into the sleeve of his master's kimono. It was warm and contained a packet of candies which he decided would serve as compensation for interrupted sleep.
A minute shift in tendons and cloth did not go unobserved despite the pocket shielding it. Yet Souji could not fathom what the purpose was and so disregarded the motion. "You pronounced it fine." He reassured kindly, large eyes sparkling merrily in the florescent light. "Please do sit and smoke at your leisure. I imagine you're in need of a respite after all this; it's a lot to absorb." It did not occur to him that smoking might be prohibited in this area. There was no such distinction where he hailed from. Respectfully the ronin waited until Dan had been seated to sit himself.