"Indeed I am. No need for such formalities, Decimo. Simply Cozart is fine." At the mention of his grandson, he smirked. "Oh, I very well know this. Me and Giotto have looked over the two of you for a very long time. It warms our hearts to know that even through time, our families are once more close in friendship and love." Moving his hand to scratch his cheek, he said very cheekily, "Of course there are a few differences. Such as the manner of which you both used to be rather uncoordinated."
"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.”
