Putting himself in others' shoes, Sogo Doma never begrudged assuming the worst possible intentions toward unknown entities—and then responding with even greater malice. Of course, before doing anything, he first had to do one thing—gather intelligence!
Thus, looking at the only gay man he knew who had ever come into contact with the other party, Sogo Doma suddenly felt this was in the bag. With how naturally dense this guy was, he could probably get him to spill things like whether she liked to pee standing up in the bath within minutes...
No, that was apparently a secret this gay guy had exposed himself, supposedly to close the distance between them so he could fool Sogo into becoming his disciple or something. But getting closer was out of the question. If this gay guy hadn't been wearing slippers back then, ahem...
If he hadn't run fast enough, he would probably still be in prison singing "Tears Behind Bars"!
As he recalled the past, Sogo Doma put on an indifferent expression and probed, "Gay, stop overthinking it. Do you even have something like samurai integrity? If I really wanted to slander you, I'd only be making things difficult for myself! Like taking on female disciples, for example—wait..."
At that point, Sogo Doma suddenly realized something. Wasn't the true form of that mysterious alien creature an old man? What was this female disciple nonsense? A gender-swapped version? Sure enough, first impressions were the least trustworthy things in the world! He sighed internally as he asked:
"That Elisaki—is she female? Are you sure?"
"Don't use 'female' as an adjective! And are you playing dumb? When you and Hijikata brought people over, you even pointed at her boobs and told me, 'Big squishy meatballs...'"
Big squishy meatballs? Had he said that? Did that mysterious