Kuja sighs. "Er. Yes, of course. It's a shame, really; I might have managed to accrue some much-needed capital."
It's a lie, of course. It's not even a particularly vicious lie. Why, then, does he feel like someone's staring over his shoulder, disappointed?
"I'm sure it doesn't matter much. If someone I know is behind them, I'll most likely run into them sooner or later." They'll probably try to kill me.