Oh you are going to get what is yours you wily old coot.

But Genjo is patient, his expression blank as water dripped from the drenched hair that now covered his face. Instead waiting it out, knowing that Koumyou could only hold his breath for so long, and knowing full well his dear master was probably swimming off to distance himself. But he can feel out your qi old man and, if not that, your newly budded emotional connection. Taking slow casual steps to follow wherever Koumyou Sanzo is expecting to surface.

He's going to take you down.