That's usually how it goes. That isn't really a problem; humans should stay that way.

[A statement that could invite a lot of suspicion and speculative questions, but he knows Hizen's not that type, which is why he can say something like that. Matoba follows after Hizen as he wanders off, not because the yuki-onna has dismissed them, and stands to the side of Hizen's umbrella to eat his own ice. Frowning at the umbrella, and then the heavy sun above (false as it was), he turns his eyes back down to his ice.]

[A shadow-like familiar, slender and silent and soulless, springs up from the ground beside him, and opens his familiar bullseye-patterned parasol to shade him from the false sun. He knows Hizen has never seen it. He does not explain it.]

Tosa... [Matoba Seiji is no expert in non-exorcist history; he's no trivia buff. But he does know what Tosa was famous for. Maybe it's fresher in his mind, because he's been speaking to the man- what little man he may be- just recently.]

[He looks at Hizen, spoon between his lips and barely muffling a smile.] How many masters have you had, Hizen-kun?