[ Squalo shrugs, mostly with his free shoulder, eyebrows rising slightly but the smirk remaining intact. ]

Sounds like a you problem.

[ He never really made a point of it or anything. But for a mobster especially, he just always sucked at hiding things, or making things up, and whenever he needed to protect information he'd end up just omitting things rather than replacing them with something else. Still deception, technically, but his own sin list had deemed it suitable to make that distinction, so he knows for a fact this one isn't his. ]

[ He leans in a little closer, eyes on Koujaku, his smirk widening a little but rather than friendly it looks like a predator baring its fangs. ]

By the way, if I lose any nails because of you, I'm gonna make you several fingers lighter. Do I look like I don't mean it?

[ Oh boy. ]