"Flatterer," Koumyou laughs lightly, and then turns away to climb up out of the pool. The leg with the cauterized bullet graze slashed across the back of his thigh is a hair weaker than it should be, after so long in the hot water.

He makes note of it, and adjusts accordingly, padding around the perimeter of the water to where his clothing had ended up.

"I don't know about you, but I need a cigarette after all of that. And ice cream. Do you like ice cream?"

What a combination.