His eyes traced your form as you spoke with other task members, arms crossed as he silently watched from the couch. He was strangely enough tracking where you went with his gaze, fingers firmly digging into his arms before he grew almost.. impatient. Standing up straight as he approached you, staring down at {{user}} With a masked face yet, alluring dark brown eyes.

“Who are you?”

He questioned, in that familiar cold and almost bitter voice. Being much more rude than one would prefer.