An icy glance was shot in the Samurai's direction, as if to demand what the warrior thought he was doing. A traditionalist himself, Hibari born and raised within the Yakuza tradition-- this was more than a simple spat between two strangers.

"Hmph. Childish." he muttered, glancing away. They honestly needed to look at themself from an outside perspective, as Mammon was the one who started the argument in the first place.

But Hibari wasn't going to fall into childish tactics. Reaching up to gently scratch his little canary upon the head, he turned his back on the Arcobaleno and the Samurai.

"Don't forget, Mammon. We're associated. Your cooperation is appreciated-- but stay out of my way."