Takatora glances back over his shoulder at the sneeze.

"Are you actually doubting my readiness? Of course I have hand towels prepared."

He reaches into his jacket and pulls one out, pressing it into Yoshitsugu's hand. Cleaning is one of the vital functions they serve, so he's not bothered by its fate.

"You work fast, Yoshitsugu. I didn't realise you meant your sickness was imminent."