The leer vanishes immediately. Those suit pants had been expensive. He strikes Shinjirou across the face with a powerful backhand, teeth bared in a vicious snarl. Shinjirou's no longer merchandise; he doesn't have to worry about keeping him in a good condition. It's time to pay back all the trouble he had caused - anything he does will be condoned, as long as he doesn't cause any permanent damage.

A shame, but there's still plenty of ways to have fun.

First, though, he snatches the plugs out and lets them roll carelessly onto the floor, coming to a stop under the bench. The seller dusts his hands off. "There. Better."