[Sagi is lost in thought for a second - actual thought for once, surprisingly little mumbling. The term "god" threw him off, but... come to think, he has seen what happens when otherworldly contracts like this go wrong. And if it's between wholeheartedly trusting Hijikata or trusting these overly friendly resort owners he just met, there's really not much contest. Hijikata is nice. He bought dinner once.]

Yeah, you've got a point. They might not be honest about the ways it could get out of hand.

[He looks a little disappointed in even having to admit that, but he's convinced. Better to be wrong once than stuck in denial.]

Let's go back. I'm not a fan of the decor here, anyway.

[Which immediately begins to blur and fade around them, because his indoor voice wasn't quiet enough for the cult leaders to ignore. Within seconds, they're back in the convenience store, face to face with whatever absurd number of mayonnaise bottles Hijikata left piled up by the register before they were swept away.]