Yaichirou doesn't return the smile. Becket is doing a fine job of setting him at ease, but as the anxiety recedes it makes room for irritation. This isn't how things are supposed to be. These lax standards may work out in his favor right now, but this is supposed to be a military outfit. What happened to discipline? What happened to order? And did his superior officer really just offer him candy?

He has to take it. It would be rude not to. It might even be insubordination.

"Thank you, sir." He keeps a straight face as he accepts the candy, but it doesn't last long. The thing tastes like burnt sugar and shoe polish. He turns and, for the first time, is willing to look Becket in the eye. "Sir, this is foul."

It's improper, but so is trying to poison recruits. For shame, Becket.