[Predictably, Natori bristles at that quiet little oh dear. They're in something close enough to private (the beleagured ayakashi director doesn't count; if he wants a chance to have his very hot star return to the shoot, he's just going to have to deal with whatever this is) that Natori doesn't need to put on the polite face and swallow all of Matoba's little barbs, like he would if the entire contingent of the Matoba clan were in the room with them. That doesn't mean he doesn't have to swallow them anyway; he just has the wiggle room to bite back a little.]
The-- [He gestures vaguely with his left hand, the one sporting the watch; he'd tried to take it off before to no avail. (Honestly, he was surprised the director didn't insist he take it off, but-- look, there were a lot of half-assed things about this shoot.)] --with the trump cards? About collecting the...
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The-- [He gestures vaguely with his left hand, the one sporting the watch; he'd tried to take it off before to no avail. (Honestly, he was surprised the director didn't insist he take it off, but-- look, there were a lot of half-assed things about this shoot.)] --with the trump cards? About collecting the...
--You're not actually playing it?