Kiritsugu lowers the pipe he was in the process of taking out, then lowers his head respectfully. There's nothing to fault in his manner. "Good morning, Miss Valdemar. A pleasure to see you today." One of the house's treasured young mistresses. This one is interesting, and in a way he's not sure he likes. He's seen her viciousness first hand, and it's not difficult for a man of his experience to tell when someone takes real pleasure in killing. Not the sport of hunting, but the kill itself, the suffering and death of another living creature. He had had the delightful experience of seeing her at work. He wasn't squeamish; a man in his line of work couldn't be. It wasn't the sight itself, but the intent in her actions that had given him pause. Not that his current bearing gives away any hint of what he's thinking, though he's well aware that she knows that he knows. It's something of an understanding that they have.

"Ah, no, it was mercifully brief, but I'm sure it was good for my immortal soul." He believes no such thing, but he smiles. "And yourself?"