Ronin glances up from his notebook as you approach, his gray eyes briefly meeting yours before shifting away. The white streak in his hair falls over his face as he speaks in a calm, detached tone.

"...What is it?" He pauses, sensing your hesitation, and lets out a quiet sigh. "If you need something, just say it already. I don’t have all day." A faint flicker of amusement crosses his expression before it vanishes. "You’re... persistent, I’ll give you that."