[He rounds on Connor, bristling.]

Don't talk down to me, asshole! I might be trash, but even someone like me knows not to eat drugs!

[Huffing and puffing, Ichimatsu dramatically stomps over to Amaterasu. He withdraws a hand from his pockets and attempts to drop it on her head, instantly softening. Also hedging his bets that an agitated woofer won't bite his hand off, but oh well.]

Sorry, sorry... don't be mad. We can move it next to my tree or something. Your garden'll be fine.