"Is that so?" Kunzite jeered, nodding to the waitress as he reached for his knife and fork. As Michiru started on her venomous tirade, he started dissecting pieces out of the rare steak, taking a piece to mouth and chewing on it rudely while a wicked grin widened on his lips. So, she classifies herself as a different breed from the ones I've met? No matter...in the end, they all support the same foolish ideals; age or no, a Sailor Senshi is a Sailor Senshi. He moved to quickly ingest a small portion of the potato before taking another sip of his wine.

"I've only encountered five of your number - well, there were only four left before I was taken here - but I can assure you, girl, that whatever age disparity you might have with the others matters little to me." He tipped the end of his knife in her direction menacingly, then returned to cutting up the steak, shoving another piece into his mouth before continuing. "I've seen Sailor Moon at her most powerful...and, even taking into account that your powers are dampened, you are nowhere near her level, not by a long shot. So do not propose to intimidate me by think yourself to be above the others...because you are nothing to me."