[The reassurance that this wasn't a war brings a bit of a smirk to Gintoki's lips.]

Nah? And here I thought you'd be one of the ones thinkin' that. Maybe I had you pegged all wrong then?

[Gintoki takes a step to the side, though his grip on the megaphone hasn't loosened. He even adjusts it, as if to make sure he wouldn't lose the handle would he need to take a sudden swing.]

You're not reveling in this? You might lose some of that edgy street cred you had going on.

[While Izaya may not have been tired, Gintoki certainly was. He'd been scrambling from place to place - taking care to avoid his peers by any means necessary. As much as he didn't want to die - he didn't want to kill either. So it was merely a game of survival and looking for answers as far as he was concerned.

It was simply a terrible scramble to whatever finish line awaited him.]