"Yeah, actually." The quirk of a smile in return; he gets picky about Japanese shit being an ~authentic experience~. "I'm short a tatami mat, but we'll make do."

He tucks some of that wispy blonde hair back behind one of her ears. "We'll have some tea, right, proper-like, and then if you want I'll introduce you to my tattoo artist. If you're gonna put a memorial on your skin, might as well be making it fuckin' perfect, yeah?"

And that's about at gentle as Cillian gets with strangers. He backs off a little, gives her a chance to adjust her clothes as he starts rustling about for tea things, which were why he came wandering in the first place.