[Tsuzuki snorts, re-capping his pen and dropping it back into his pocket with the rest of the random crap he's collected.]

Yeah, sure. Not with that pen, anyway.

[... on the other hand: he relents, and grins at Gojyo with a conspiratorial air.]

It is cool, though, huh? I don't even have to think about it, and poof! Like magic.