Hak helps himself to a piece of that bread, spreading a carelessly sliced slab of butter over the top and taking a big bite and it's really quite difficult to not lean back in his chair and put his feet on the table. That would be so much more comfortable. But this isn't home, and he might be irreverent but he's not that rude. He chews his bite of bread thoughtfully as a stall while thinking over that question. What kind of trouble did he like to be in?

It's a bit of a misrepresentation, and one he's entirely responsible for. He can take this chance to clarify what he really means is that he believes in being himself more than he believes in climbing the social ladder.

"I'm not the kind of person who dresses up what I think to be pleasing to the ear. People who are used to being brown-nosed don't like me very long. And the kinds of people who are used to being brown-nosed are the people that enjoy elevated power. Couple that with all the hobbies of your typical rogue and you've got me in a package." Drinking, brawling, gambling, the occasional fling, and good long naps. That was the life. It was his life, and he was happy with it that way.

"I guess you'd be a model of high citizenship?" Mizuki certainly looked the part, and sounded as though he had the background best-suited for rubbing shoulders with those people in power. That would be interesting, if possibly catastrophic... the two of them together in Mizuki's social circles.