Hisoka pretended not to notice Roy's sudden weakness as he grabbed the katana from its place on the floor. He had a vague idea of what might have caused it, especially considering they were in this place, but some things were better left unsaid. Even questions of concern.

So instead, the boy inspected the blade with admiration. It was a good sword, if he had the means, Hisoka would have given Roy something else other than metal as payment. He would have to think of something, the bag he had brought with him seemed pathetic now.

"Thank you," Hisoka spoke politely. "I'll be sure to compensate you as soon as I can." With that, the boy grabbed his makeshift bag and left to allow Roy to recuperate in peace. Relative peace, anyway.