Sometimes, it almost makes me wish to be a sword again.

[He's probably thinking about the poison, since that stuff was surprisingly rough? Never in his life has he felt so awful, except maybe when he was, uh... cut... down to size. But even then, he was only a sword.]

I'm feeling much better. [He raises his head. His face is still flushed, but he pecks a quick kiss to Higekiri's cheek in return.] Perhaps this week will go more smoothly than the last.