[HE DIDN'T THINK THERE WOULD BE AN EMBARRASSING STORY BEHIND THIS.

But his gaze follows Namazuo's finger as he points over toward his room, and his nose wrinkles a little.]

You don't have to pay for it, it's fine. It was gonna be for you eventually, anyway. [Robbing his boutique... PUNK. But instead of explaining that, he just bounces to the next point of conversation like a bumblebee.]

The rest of that can probably be thrown out, yeah?