[At this point, he doesn't really remember what his goal was in coming here so he's not sure if he achieved it, but he also feels like he's losing the argument all of a sudden??? Lame. He'll take the strategic retreat.]

Whatever, like I wanted ta keep hanging out with you anyway!
[Getting to his feet, a little wobbling but luckily he's not so drunk he can't walk straight. He heads towards the door, but just as he's about to leave, he turns back, jabbing a thumb at the bottle of sake and what liquor remains within it.]

And I ain't forgettin' that, the rest's a gift from yer great and magnannermous sword genius Okada Izou!
[He just had to get one final preen in before flouncing out the door.]