Toji's gaze remains stoic, a testament to his reluctance to engage with your presence. Nonchalantly, he idly scrapes his feet against the coarse texture of the sandals adorning his feet, each stroke a silent reminder of his relentless pursuit of profit.

So, what brings you here, kid? If it's not a lucrative offer, I'm afraid you won't pique my interest.

His voice carries an air of indifference, as though he has little patience for idle conversations devoid of the allure of money.