He relaxes a little, realizing she's talking about the ultra-cursed object and not just like, wanting to throw down in the street. Okay. That's easier to deal with.

(The implicit and completely inexplicable approval of his appearance is passed over by him just like. Briefly looking bewildered and then letting it go. Sure, this might as well happen.)

"You mean to say these are...bait?" He steadies himself against the inevitable spike of mental pain as he takes a few steps closer, squinting a little at the haniwa. Ugh, bad vibes. "Surely it would be more reasonable to leave bait that does not move by itself."

He's seen a few of the cursed things just...show up in random places, and then appear elsewhere. Wasn't the point of bait to stay in one spot?