_{[He lifts a hand and twirls it in Muraki's direction, leaning his head back on the arm of the couch to look over at him rummaging around in the kitchen.]} Top shelf on the right, Muraki~

_{[Then he drops his hand onto his stomach.]}

Tell me something, doctor. What if you couldn't suppress it? What if it failed, hmm? I'd have my only... _{[A slight grimace as he rolls the word around on his tongue,]} friend at the mercy of a terrorist. As much as I'm willing to risk that under a normal day, I'm not prepared to lose you to him like that.