Kyuden Shika

"Before ever, in this life. So, I will remember it fondly. Can't do otherwise." He says, reminding of Emiko and opening what one would say is a smile.

"That gratifies, certainly," Nesshin says. "Have any of the staff here been particularly pleasing so far?"

"Oh. Yes. Pleasant enough to withstand to my demands. I know I am not an easy person to please." He says, reminding himself of when he told the geisha her tea wasn't to his liking.

"Ah," Nesshin replies. "And have any of them danced for you?"

"Dance?" He purses his lips into a negative expression and shakes his head, "Not really. They played some songs, and watched around as I played games."

"Then we must fix that!" Nesshin says, gesturing, and one of the staff takes the hint. She approaches, bowing, smiling slightly at Nesshin and letting her eyes slide past Yuzu as she begins to dance--a swaying, undulating dance that mimics a willow in a breeze, slow and stately and promising rich fruit beneath the many layers of its peel, the several wrappings in place.

"Fix?" He blinks a bit in confusion as Nesshin's gestures begin to move the house around. As the geisha approaches elegantly, Yuzu immediately gets enthralled. Emiko's story about the geisha that saved his great uncle starts to play in his head.

Nesshin nods, continuing to watch the dance.

The geisha smiles, seeing his regard.

Nesshin whispers "Entrancing watching, neh? And there are others with other skills, yet."

He himself smiles, seeing what he sees.

"Other skills?" He asks, talking sideways not to lose a moment of the performance.

"Oh, yes," Nesshin replies. "Several forms of dance, music. One--Kimizuru, I think--also has training as a masseuse."