[Wow, such denial, ossan.......... And yet such a generous pourer?? What a combination. Yael's blunt admission gets a raised eyebrow and a slight pause from Matoba, but he just hums and reaches for his drink.]

You sorts all gather there.......... Must be the corporate contracts, hm? [Matoba just hooks a finger onto the whole little floating table and brings it towards him wholesale to slurp the top off his cup of sake without spilling it. Brat. He'll send it floating back once it's at a reasonable level.] For the best, I suppose. Better pay. And you'd stick out like a sore thumb in Japan, so no one would hire you. That's why if we need contractors, we get the Chinese and Koreans to kill people for us.

[Sip.]