I wasn't aware that you had the authority to dictate the street's decorations, [ Kim says dryly, though in truth, the offer to field the ayakishi is a welcome one. He doesn't relish the idea of heckling strangers about their poor aesthetic choices, but was perfectly willing to do so. If someone else can do it in his stead, he's more than happy to simply stand behind him, nod, and look even remotely official enough to lend Matoba an air of professionalism.

It's not nice to bully innocent shop owners over such indiscretions, but Kim has never advertised himself as a nice man. ]

But by all means, be my guest, [ he says, gesturing towards the open door of the storefront. ] At least try to be polite about it.