[To be honest he'd been expecting some sort of reaction out of Cain when he'd threatened to slice the man's face up, but even though he's braced for it, Mitsuhide still has to take a step back when Cain shoves him. He manages to do so without stumbling though, and still smiling, looking completely unruffled about it.]

I've no intention of stabbing you unless you give me a reason for it.

[Rather than head for the door, Mitsuhide strolls over to the table and deposits the bloody knife on it, taking care not to let his own bloodied forearm brush against his white kimono.]

I believe we're even, don't you? Not the most conventional of introductions, admittedly, but hardly your fault or mine. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.