[Mitsuhide sighs, and drops his hands after a few moments. The samurai is clearly no less flustured, however; this isn't something he's going to be calm about for some time.]

I am certain he knows how I feel already. [He says softly.] And I am sure you sure you are right that he will be pleased anyway.

[The 'but' hangs in the air, though Mitsuhide doesn't vocalise. He's just a little disappointed that it happened this way.]

Thank you, Master Aiichiro.