[Majima definitely got an expression out of Zhao from that formal bullshit. A raised eyebrow to be exact. The expression broke a moment later as Majima continued in his normal dialect with the twitch of his lips almost going into his usual little smirk. He shook his head instead to prevent it and stepped inside at Majima's beckoning.

He looked around at the furnishings, inspecting the various posters with appreciation and noting the weapons (smiling at the one he had given Majima for Christmas and the snake tail daggers they had made together on last mission). The room was looking pretty good in Zhao's opinion. It certainly had more tales than Zhao's did at this point.

He eventually turned back to Majima and tilted his head in curiosity.]

Now what? You didn't mention what we'd be doing this time. What have you got cooked up for this evening, Majima-kun~?