[Oh god, he does, doesn't he. Mikotoba only looks a little sheepish about it:]

I'm hardly that far gone. Besides, my flat here hasn't got a porch.

[Mikotoba huffs in faint amusement. He leaves the sentiment unspoken, but having that messy little flat in the Tamamo district-- and its other occupant-- is far, far more blessing than the finest cup of tea this city could ever hope to offer him.

Yet--] True, there are many luxuries. But the price we pay is our duty to our clans, and the distance from our homes and times. Even after so many weeks, I'll still feel disoriented every now and again. Had I been given a greater say in the matter, I'm not certain whether I would take such a contract again.