[This isn't a topic he wants to talk about. Not even to Tamamori, really. Minakami pushes himself up from the table, and for a second he seriously debates just walking away to cool off. It's such a nice day, after all, besides the whole "learned you and your roommate were keeping a nightmare box in your apartment as a paperweight" part.]

[The only thing staying his hand (besides a deep-down, fundamental desire to not make a scene) is not wanting to make matters awkward for his friend. Instead, Minakami stands up to look Matoba in the eye (and now he's seen the man's binding of the haniwa, he can wonder what that eyepatch might be concealing).]

Matoba. However such matters work in the world you're from, please don't make the assumption they function the same way for us. The "spoiled" one, as you call her, has been passed on through my family for generations. If there was a way to speak or negotiate with her, trust me that we would have found a way by now.

[He still sounds calm, at least?]