Yusho
"I haven't lied about my feelings or beliefs to you. Why wouldn't I speak what I think and a protegé needs to hear?" Yusho made a thrumming, affirming sound from deep within, and uncrossed his arms.
Picking up his dish, he snorfed the rest of the noodles, reds and greens down like a tiger, and downed the rest of the broth down with an invigorated sound. It came back down on the table with a punctuating clink, and he stared over it at Roman, expectant.