[Ishimaru is looking at the table when the shot connects, though any thoughts he may have had on it are quickly disregarded in favor of trying to work out where the hell that question came from.]
Of course not! Why would I?
[There's no hesitance behind his words; he's quick to begin pacing the length of the pool table again, selecting the fourteen and lining up his shot. It's annoyingly placed, but entirely doable; he studies it for a moment before reconsidering how to go at it and shifting position. Eventually, though, he lays his hand down again and takes his shot, banking it off the side and into the corner pocket.]
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Of course not! Why would I?
[There's no hesitance behind his words; he's quick to begin pacing the length of the pool table again, selecting the fourteen and lining up his shot. It's annoyingly placed, but entirely doable; he studies it for a moment before reconsidering how to go at it and shifting position. Eventually, though, he lays his hand down again and takes his shot, banking it off the side and into the corner pocket.]