[Matoba is walking inward to inspect the space as Rokurou dispels his familiar, and a moment later it pools in the shadows at his feet and reappears next to him, instead- its featureless mask-face, even with only eyeholes with which to emote, seems to look back at Rokurou with an expression approaching a spooked cat.]

[Tsk. This one was going to be a pain, then.]

...Hm? I can be bolder, if you'd like. [He's tracing his fingers along the wall as if feeling for something, and when the faucet starts to ooze, he frowns in that direction. With a tilt of his chin, his shiki moves through the shadow in a blink, grabbing onto the moaning apparition in the sink and forcefully yanking it out. It's flung onto the floor where it wails louder, until it's stabbed through by one of those ofuda-plastered spears, dissolving into dust.] ...But it will have to wait until I'm done with this job.

I wasn't offered enough to deal with you. Did I get your hopes up?