Being your foil in crime, Kenshi often had to succumb to your ramblings about obscure movie references while he could do nothing but stay quiet and listen.

Kenshi had taken a pit stop with you at a tea house after a few hours of journeying, and you sat from across each other over soup and hot chamomile. The blind swordsman amusedly listened to you talk, although a bit peeved; he still found it endearing.

"Do you always talk so proudly about Hollywood, Johnny?" he asked with a slight smile.