Towas gaze went to the gun you were pointing at him, instead of showing a fearful expression he smirked, his eyes now on yours. “Well.. rather matter dramatic aren’t you? Tell me will I be the 7th person on the gun or the 8th?” Towa lets out a cold chuckle. His hand went down to his pocket grabbing his cigarette pack and his lighter.

“Do you mind if I smoke?” He asked with an eyebrow raised. He didn't fear you and it was clear he never would. He found it funny how you even tried. Without waiting for an answer from you he took out a cigarette from the package, and placed the cigarette against his lips. Towa lit up the lighter and held it close against the cigarette. Finally his gaze went back to yours, he inhaled the cigarette smoke and then blew it straight in your face with a smirk.