Certainly not what I try to be. But rudeness is in the eye of the beholder.

[ He offers a little shrug. Like when he would give gossip that he heard from one daimyou to the other, it was seen as rude. It wasn't like it was a secret! Why shouldn't he let someone know what is being said. His tail gives a little violent flick. The emotions and anxieties of humans is something that he will never fully understand.

But he likes this human. He smells of fear and pain yet speaks politely and calm. His eyes slide away as he lifts his chin to take another small sniff. No? A little -- maybe moderate -- fear toward him, but not enough to ruin the conversation. His tail swishes about happily as he takes in the scent and decides that it is at "reasonable levels" for a new friend. ]

Is that so? One day someone will be cold enough to let me burn down a house. [ Mitsuhide promises himself this -- because sometimes, one has to treat themselves to a house fire. ] A compromise? Perhaps we can find a wood stove that I could burn something in? Then we have a fire in a house like I want, but no walls on fire like you want.