Easier said than done. Warsman's been trying his hardest not to worry out of- ironically- worry that it might be unsettling Sasuke, but that doesn't seem set to happen any time soon. He has just about too much of an idea about the sort of person he is for that: the sort who'd rather swallow their problems than their pride. A risk-taker in battle. The independent sort. It's likely been difficult enough for him to accept this invitation without the prospect of being fussed over looming ahead.

Which only worries Warsman all the more. Talk about a vicious circle.

He tries to shed the thought with the bulk of his concerns, focusing on the present. He does his best not to question whether or not Sasuke's little joke is really heartfelt and instead gives an obliging little laugh.

"Maybe not. I don't want to have to rescue you from the police station when they arrest you for attempted arson," he answers wryly. Only after he's said it does he realise what an all-too likely scenario this is, considering the politics of the Port, and suddenly it doesn't seem like quite such a clever thing to say.

He pauses awkwardly before trying again, changing the subject this time. He's caught himself off-guard enough in his scramble for something else that there's no guile whatsoever in his words. "I'm glad you're here, anyway. This place can get a little lonely."