[ Kim grimaces. ] Don't say that. I might change my mind.

[ He doesn't want the delinquent youths to thank him for anything. Or, frankly, to know that he even exists. Being that Jigoku-cho's Lost Soul population skews so young, it's been impossible for him to truly stay away from them, and he has more than enough kids in his life for his liking. Still, he relaxes a little now that Andromache has demonstrated she's at least receptive to the idea of being a little lighter on the wanton violence front.

He exhales slowly, lips pursing, and finally holsters his gun. He doesn't know her well enough to know whether or not she'll do better, truly -- or whether or not it's even wise for her to do better. This is an unpredictable and violent city, after all, and they will be forced into drastic measures more often than not. ]

Damage control is my specialty, I'm afraid. [ He glances down at his watch. It's getting late. He sighs, then begins gathering up his things. ] But if you're willing to point out that I've done that much, then you must be willing to repay me. I think you owe me dinner.

[ He's hungry, Andy. Chop chop. ]