[Damn Matoba, at least fuck Yael if you're going to through the trouble of drugging him and posing him like a ragdoll. May as well make it an experience to remember.

But.

"Politeness for me but not for thee" seems to be the mantra Matoba operates on, but you know what? It doesn't bother Yael nearly as much as it amuses him, letting out a bark of laughter before downing his sake in one gulp.]

Sure. We roll around in the mud first for good measure. Tell me, is the xenophobia genetic, or did I just get lucky with you?