[The severity of his gaze lessens the more she goes on, his expression becoming one of pure confusion. He doesn't even know what half of what she said means, and what little he did understand is in that uncanny area of not being true but not being entirely off the mark, either. He moves his hands to his hips and drops his gaze to the ground, exhaling deeply.]

What the hell...? A story that elaborate and the only part you got right was my name...

Alright. Here's my version: I am the One-Eyed Dragon, Date Masamune. Top dog in Oshuu and head of the Date Clan - there's no question of my right to that. [Not by anyone who matters...] None of the rest of what you said means a damn thing to me.

I don't know how I got wherever I am, or what I was doing before I got here. And as for that... [He gestures loosely to the dog tag. He does know he woke up wearing the same thing.]

So what, am I supposed to believe you're my wife? Sorry, not interested.