Being a master of subtle poking and prodding himself, Jade can hardly fail to notice what Shinjirou is trying to do. He hides a smile and feeds him another tidbit of information, much like one would reward a dog with treats.

"Yes, my friend was determined to take a look at all the slaves on display. He was insistent that we sample some of them together." Turning to look at Shinjirou, Jade allows a smile to show, one that's bland yet vaguely foreboding. "I believe you were among his favourites, though."

His smile sharpens. "But if you had time to observe me, then clearly you weren't as focused as you could have been," he says, under the mistaken assumption that Shinjirou had actually been watching him. A distraction when all that stimulation had grown too overwhelming, he theorizes.