[He knows it is an offer he cannot refuse, because he knows how he must feel to have the weight of this unknowable thing in your body which you cannot control. He knows the contract that he might have made, in order to be free of its weight.]

[Too bad lizard-tan wasn't any use subjugating; unlike the hashihime, it couldn't even do anything.]

Oh, I am sure I will think of something else to add to your list, [Matoba cheerfully replies, and soon they are standing out in the lobby, by the large doors leading outward. Matoba can see through the panes of glass that it had begun to rain heavily. He frowns, and sighs, and untucks the parasol from his belt that he always kept, just in case.] Until then, do your best.

Did you have any other plans tonight, Mizumori-san?