[He's not putting anything past him!! As far as Matoba is concerned, he definitely can't be trusted and absolutely would try to roofie him and then put him in compromising positions for laughs (and maybe blackmail), okay.]

[But.]

[Yael pours from the same pitcher and so, even if he's eying him suspiciously, he slurps up the rest of the egg and picks up his cup to drink. Without clinking. Kanpai, ossan!]

I feel as though I shouldn't have to explain this to a grown man, but eggs have a shell. [He takes another sip,] By the way, you are supposed to bathe yourself before you get into the onsen. Or do foreigners just plop your entire filthy selves into shared spaces without any sort of cleaning first?