[ In doing this, Endo gets a sense of just how well he can see without them; it also pushes the boundaries of obedience a little further, testing to see how much he can get away with so soon. Once the glasses are in his possession, Endo could easily smash them, or steal them, or hand them off to someone else. But he does none of these things; he simply holds them off to the side.

Only now is he actually a little interested. Only now does he allow himself to really look at this unfortunate former soccer player. ]

I bet a lot of the guys who come through here tell you you're pretty. But none of 'em stick around. They take a good look at you and move on. Am I right?