"Are you calling me a dung beetle, or are you requesting a dung beetle? Because I can provide you a response to either."

Well. There is some snark.

An older gentleman is sitting in a chair to the left of the Jun's seat, wearing a kimono in plain black, crossed right over left. Very funerary of him, really, even to the part where his frame is rather bony and his lips and skin are tinged slightly blue. But he seems to be moving around just fine - at least enough to pour himself a stiff drink from the beverage cart, if nothing else.

"Would you like something?"