[Matoba's head turns. His smile is calculating.]

Is that so?

[A beat, and then Matoba finally stands from the bed. Smoothing out his kimono, he tucks his arms away, smiling down at Natori with a glint in his eye.]

Very well. I hope that you will not make the mistake of many others, and underestimate the thrall of this place.

Pick your battles, Natori.