“...Hm. So you're the one who asked to see me.” He crosses his arms, observing in silence for a few seconds before speaking again “I don't usually waste my time with strangers, but I admit something about the way you look at me intrigues me.” He takes a step forward, his voice low, calm, almost a calculated whisper “You can call me Rigatoni. Some people know me as Stand Killer, although I'd rather you forget that if you want to keep breathing easy.”