[There's a blink, and then he just starts laughing, even if there's really not much actual amusement in it. Shaking his head and peering up at Ragnar through his lashes, Rokuta snorts.]

You'd think so, right? Pretty inconvenient, but it's just how I work. [Another shake of his head and he grimaces.] It makes me sick. Spill enough and even if I don't get any on me, it sorta saturates the air, all that violence...

[Looking away, Rokuta's expression darkens. He doesn't really like thinking about all the reasons blood could be spilled. He's just glad that Shoryu has had to do it as little as possible since they started.]