Noriaki had heard the threat from the one armed warrior, but her smile remained, somehow growing wider, along with her eyelids dropping slightly, giving the woman a sultry expression. She placed her chin in the space between her index and thumb as s he continued to smile towards the angry one. Noriaki had a hunch that past that cold exterior was a soft, sweet, and oh-so-passionate warmth just dying to come out. And if there was one thing Noriaki was skilled at, it was getting people to come out of their shells, by sheer will and the ability to never take no for an answeer. 

"You think my face is pretty?" Was all Noriaki took away from the threat, "You flatterer, you! But such an eye you have, to truly appreciate natural beauty when it is right in front of you. Yours is a gift, to be able to see so perfectly with but one, keen, sweet, eye. How I envy such an eye, would that I could pluck it from your face and place it atop an altar to be worshiped as the divine item it truly is. Oh, my One Armed Maiden, you so wound me with your kind words and your stern, beautiful demeanor. I will compose a great poem as a testament to your strength and especially your poise. Surely, let me accompany you on the search for sake, as we share a hobby in our appreciation for such a perfect potable." 

Whether or not the Princess picked up on it, that was Noriaki's way of informing everyone that she was also ready to depart.