[That thanks, he hadn't expected.

He's blushed.]

Just watch.

[He beckons, sleeves rolled, knife angled towards the board he's brought.]

For maguro, you slice thin.

[He does, his motions thoughtful; mindful of the passing blade, and slices almost ribbon long.]

You know...

[He's paused, as if reluctant.]

I figured it out some time ago. [He nods, reassuring himself.] Being alone, you're forced to.

Faster than most, I mean.