"I'm not a very sociable, and neither a dependable person. So yes, maybe Adel would be a better choice. But then again..." She has already too much on her plate already... Sacrifices must be made.

"Eh.. I guess I can try." Excuse you Cozart, alias great old fart, you're decades old, or rather, much more than that.

“Looks like my grandson is being bullied by his grandson. It’s like looking into an adorable, younger mirror.”

“You’re enjoying it so much by the looks of it...”

"As I’m very honored to hear that you consider me an equal of yours, I can’t claim to find this kind of slackness in your presence etiquette, Signore Cozart; for you’re both older and wiser. You do know that I was in fact raised accordingly." A faint pink dusted his cheeks and Tsunayoshi brought a hand up to scratch his nape upon recalling the previous conflict the two families had; a sheepish laughter escaping his lips. 

Sure their meeting wasn’t a nice one, but their friendship with the redhead was everlasting. “Ah.. We have somehow come to oppose each other. Although we have handled the manner well. I do believe that our reunion helped both Enma and I mature, back then.” With a blink, his hand fell back to his side, “Ah, I apologize for keeping you standing here. Are you exhausted, Signore Cozart? Would you perhaps like to have dinner with us? You’d make me very happy.”

As unexpected his arrival was, Tsunayoshi was on his feet in a matter of minutes as a display of respect to the elderly male, circling the wooden desk in order to return the other’s invite of a handshake. “If my knowledge is not deceiving me, you are the founder of Shimon Family, am I correct, Signore Cozart?” The brunet offered a smile of his own in return, giving the redhead’s hand a gentle shake before letting it go. “The pleasure is mine, sir. I am Tsunayoshi Sawada, a very close acquaintance of your grandson, Enma.”

Retarded breathing ensures. "I know I kinda deserve this, but... really?"