Tomoya smiled at first. "It is a good plan," he looks around, "I don't think I'd make much of a good ambassador, but I want you to get some good memories of this place when you come home." Unless she decided to live in here. He believed Centorea was being dramatic when she treated HIM of all people as part of the spearhead of human-monster relationships, but--



Correction. Centorea was always dramatic.

"Most people in Japan are way too busy for that." He states deadpan. "Unless you go to a maid cafe or something, in which there'd probably be an abundance and at the ready for every manga trope in existence."

At the sight of the people staring at the theatrical centaur, and a girl yelping and hiding back from Centorea's finger, Tomoya slowly gestured her to lower her hand, and try to walk away with him as covertly as hiding an APC with an ill-fitting bedsheet and driving away while telling everyone they didn't see anything.