Halibel: “Ce-san, aren’t’cha even more of an assassin than I, a shinobi, am?”
Cecilus: “No, no, definitely not true, I mean, stuff like lurking in the water, or hiding poison on my person, or rising from the shadows is impossible for me.”
Shaking his head and hands, Cecilus humbly responded by acknowledging the difference between their respective areas.
As a shinobi, as an assassin, he was far behind Halibel. But, if fighting head-on, Halibel was no match for Cecilus.
Cecilus: “Well then, having just caught me at the scene of me meeting with a secret messenger, what are you thinking of doing? Are you planning on fighting me with your life on the line here?”
Halibel: “That depends on the nature of the message.”
Cecilus: “Hmm, you mean its contents.”
Halibel: “If its contents’d mean Su-san’s death, I guess I gotta fight to stop that.”
Holding his kiseru between his fingers, letting out a puff of violet smoke, Halibel’s fur fluttered in the cold night breeze.
Hearing he was ready to fight to the death for his master, Cecilus, with an “I see”, nodded his head.