Regardless of audience, there would be much fun to be had and smiles were something worth making. He put the letter away with a flourish of a puff of smoke.
“I agree to it, but I have two questions. Does your dad have a gun and does he have it on him normally? I ask this because I have a few ideas for openers and I’d rather not get shot because he’s like that Delon guy.” (Shot again, more like). And he just slipped up a bit and referenced something he shouldn’t know. He cursed internally.
The puff of smoke garnered a roll of Hakuba’s eyes, but he otherwise didn’t react. To that, anyway. On the subject of his father and Delon, however, he sighed and returned to the work of toweling off his hair.
“He carries a firearm, yes, but… He’s a very careful, deliberate man. Not like that hothead Detective Delon. You needn’t worry about that. Every one of his actions are calculated through algorithms so complex that even I don’t understand it at times." Hakuba pulled the towel off, revealing a messy mane of sandy blond. He combed through it with his fingers.
"One thing I can say for certain, is that he will not shoot unless he absolutely has to… and it takes a lot to get him to that point.”
He couldn’t resist a lopsided grin, then. “But… aren’t you used to dodging bullets by now?"