“It’s quite good. How old is it?” “Eight years, I think.” “But the president is a really strange person. How could he let me hold him without touching him himself? It’s like selling the wine you’ve grown when it’s at its most delicious.” “Hehe…I just love the look of despair on the woman’s face when she realizes she’s been sold. Well then, Sanada-kun, I’d like to ask you to play a play with me…”