He takes a sip before he responds. The sake burns pleasantly as it goes down, and his eyes half-close lazily. "No no, I'm still seething with rage on the inside."

Was he actually angry? He can't remember. Probably not; he can count the number of times he had truly been angry on one hand. Irritation, though, is another matter entirely. But it must have been quite severe for Shinjirou to have read him.