For a long moment he didn't answer, busying himself with cleaning his dish as he tried to figure out what to say. He could play it off...play with her, make light of it and let it pass as an unremarkable thing, but it wasn't. And again...she knew him better than that.

Wuh duh ma huh tah duh fong kwong duh wai shung, if she ended up leaving his boat and leaving him twisted after all this without so much as a cozy dinner for two, he was going to shoot someone. Not her...but someone. Gorram humped-up *women*...

"Shia." he replied tersely, turning to put his plate away once he'd cleaned it off. "And if I ain't mistaken, Sihnon is yers, ain't that right? Now that we got that all outta the way..."