"If it's not rusted over," he chuckled as he prepared to leave.

But then Dojima held his hand up, and the daemon was polite enough to wait to hear the words he expected. So Rokurou just grinned and waved a dismissive hand.

"Don't worry about that. I have friends from my world who know how I work. But, since you care so much about it, I'll be sure to let you know, Dad."