[Kazuya was a very literal-minded guy, especially when money was involved. He obligingly shuffled out onto the dance floor, glancing about himself almost nervously for a moment. He wasn't worried about publicly embarrassing himself, it was just... well, while he was okay with singing, dancing he was a little self-conscious about...]

Yeah, you know... a service. Like, I do something for you. [Why, what was Yu thinking of to give him that kind of look...?] I can cook a good meal, so, I'd do you a meal per toe, or something. That's fair, right?