"Duly noted," Ken said calmly, unconcerned (he was a professional killer specializing in hand to hand combat, after all.) He went back to his lunch for a few moments to let the kid simmer. He would say something about maybe wanting to stay in for a night and get some sleep, but the last concerned suggestion he'd made had gotten Touya all fluffed up, so he didn't want to go there.

"You two are pretty good at soccer, by the way. Practice a lot?"