"Kya..." Osoto squealed weakly.
"Tch...you wouldn't survive a day in the backstreets" said Roland, annoyed.
Roland had in fact just proceeded to give Osoto a passionate kiss, pretending he was his dead wife, but unfortunately it was hard for him to picture Osoto as his dead wife.
"I will learn for you."
"Heh, if anything your mindset is the right one. You would love the food of District 23."