Ah, in that case, I'll trust you for that. [Simply. He looks down at the tea cup now, and goes to spin it a bit with his pinky] There's no point beating things out for some dramatic ceremony of a goodbye... [He trails off here, as if he thought of a few different things all at once. In the end, he decides to trail back in] considering a gift would limit my masculinity, and a goodbye kiss just wouldn't be appropriate no matter how you cut it.

[...He just said that. Oh well, he says it seriously enough he hopes that doesn't come off as too demanding or anything]

But. I will be waiting.