[ Can't believe Matsui said the magic words to leave him the hell alone only for Dokja's brain to fire backwards and hear the opposite.

It's a gift. ]

Concern myself with you in the way that I would a person. Got it.

[ And to prevent any protests, Dokja dusts off his hands on his coat and takes a step back, like he's ready to leave after interpreting this conversation in the way only he wants to interpret it. ]

Well then, Matsui Gou, stay safe until the next time I see you.