[At least Matoba takes his bullying on the chin and isn't the type to rile, right? Yael thinks he might prefer it if he did, if only because riling people up is an excellent way to lower their defenses and point out the chinks in their armor.
Ah, but it's fine. No biggie. All this means is that Matoba isn't quick to rile, but he isn't impervious. No man is. This wouldn't be the first time Yael's engaged a shitty bastard just to break through his shell and see what vulnerabilities lie beneath.
Something switches in his mind. Clicks. Another pitcher of sake and spa boiled eggs comes floating their way in an onsen basket and, in a show of good grace, Yael fills a cup for them both. What's this? A peace offering? It's the illusion of one, at the very least. He offers Matoba his cup before taking his own.]
But you know something about your country's drinking culture, don't you? I poured your sake. That means I'm polite.
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Ah, but it's fine. No biggie. All this means is that Matoba isn't quick to rile, but he isn't impervious. No man is. This wouldn't be the first time Yael's engaged a shitty bastard just to break through his shell and see what vulnerabilities lie beneath.
Something switches in his mind. Clicks. Another pitcher of sake and spa boiled eggs comes floating their way in an onsen basket and, in a show of good grace, Yael fills a cup for them both. What's this? A peace offering? It's the illusion of one, at the very least. He offers Matoba his cup before taking his own.]
But you know something about your country's drinking culture, don't you? I poured your sake. That means I'm polite.
[Tylor told him so.]