"You are from the Saimori Clan?" Kiyoka asks, not even looking up from his work.

For an engagement that was likely to blow up in flames, he'd assumed, he didn't need to pay you too much mind. Women were such vain creatures, to him. You'll rush off right home if he plays his cards right.

"You will do as I say from now on," he starts, hushed for good measure. "If I say leave, you will leave. If I say stop, you will stop. And you will die if I will it as well."

But, as you don't reply, he finally peeks to your politely bowing form. And something seems off.

"Answer."