I smirk at that, shrugging one shoulder but refusing to acknowledge it. Counts as a break for me.

"You'll have to make up your mind, Takatora, either you can have the new Driver sooner, or I can take frequent and unproductive breaks. You can't have it both ways."

I think he's smiling. It's just an educated guess, but judging by the particular near-haste with which he raised his cup, it seems likely that he was trying to hide a grin.

Then he makes an off-handed half-threat and I lower my own mug and fix him with a piercing stare.

"Try it."