[ The man in the room is, predictably, as flashy as his confidence suggests: gold everything, red eyes the color of the wine in his wineglass, as sharp as a trained blade and as poised as a fortress. His charisma aside, there's an aura about him that defies dissent, though the effect he has on others varies with how much or how little they find his authority distasteful.

Either way, he's definitely a pain in the ass.

A slight raise of his chin, and he watches Ai through long, lowered bangs, his lips curved up in a discerning smile. ]

Kotomine's laid his lambs for slaughter. He won't be back for another few days.

[ He says so with a degree of satisfaction, whatever that may entail. ]

But don't be coy, girl. I know you've brought your mongrel with you, entertain me with whatever you were going to confess.