Kamui turns to look at him, though he doesn't so much as blink at his threat. Instead, he just lowers a drumstick to his new friend who happily takes his take of the spoils. Swallowing whatever was in his mouth, he finally recognize him.

"You're the guy from the temple. The flashy one." He gives the dog a pat on the head, kicking the fridge closed from behind as he makes his way to the counter.

"Nice place. Even nicer food. Do all god temples have meals like this?"