It brought on a return of serious expression to Majima's face. A brief surprise painted on it too. There it was, a bit of genuine bashfulness, hand reflexively reaching to the nape of his neck, eye skirting the gaze somewhere else.

"That's— quite a compliment," he said wistfully. "I'll do my best to live up to it."

Briefly, he felt a disconnect, in how people perceived him, and in who he felt he was. Whoever that mentor was must have been a figure that helped Kiryu get to his position; a position where he had so much money he could invest into a club just because he wanted to. But he was no one of that sort, wasn't he?

He wanted to say something else, ask a question but his attention was caught by a sudden commotion at the entrance. The music didn't let the sound through, and present guests remained unperturbed, but he knew how to recognize the signs. Youda blocking the passage, tall figures moving at the entrance. Yuki looked a little panicked and caught Saki just returning from her brief break— shit.

"Excuse me, Kiryu-han. There's an emergency I must attend to. I shall return shortly" He stood up, followed it up with an apologetic bow, and rushed to the entrance with a swift, but not alarmed step.