No, it-- [He finally gets it to let go of the lamp and sets the object down, only for the tail to whip in the opposite direction. This time it doesn't knock anything over, but it does smack into the door frame with a rather painful sounding "thud" and a restrained grunt from the demon who owns it. This is the worst. Be grateful for your tail, Fuyuhiko. Or trade with him if you hate it so much.

He finally reaches around and grabs it, pulling it in close while still holding onto the towel with his other hand.]

I don't know what's wrong with it. [He sounds exasperated, like a mother tired of taking care of a two year old child who's throwing a fit.]

I cannot see Vietnam without a pair of pants to wear in the first place, either. This is hardly a decent state of dress to face her in.