[Hideyoshi hadn't been doing anything too imperative at the moment, save for attempting to hang his heavy red jacket in the closet when he happened upon the sound of Yoshitsugu's wheels creaking in. At first his expression remains impassive- the perfect look of a general hearing out a tactic from one of his strategists. He waits, he listens-

...and feels one of his ears lean away.] Hmph.

[Is he...referring to an actual cat. Somehow the answer is already coming to him, and only one person fitting such a description comes to mind.] ...If I know who you speak of, then you've already seen his sorry state.

He has chosen an abysmal means of escape. Not suited for the way of us. [Hideyoshi turns away briefly, and shuts the closet door with a quiet click.]

But to bring such a topic to me, you must have seen something else in him.