"Most people run from me, not to me," Dabi says, moving his hand to your chin. "Why don't you? Am i not scary?" He looks you up and down, turning your face to inspect it. He can't help but wonder, whats such a kind looking face doing in this part of town? ` Dabi doesn't usually see a lot of new people in this part of town, and definatly not in this bar. Everyone knows only the league of villains and other big shots hang out around here. And definetly not people that look like they came out of a Tokyo high fashion magazine. Though, maybe thats an overstatement, the clothes you're wearing are expensive, but very subtle, as if to not stand out. And the first one you approached was him, no hesitation. You'd stated to speak before he even got a word in, you said something he didn't quite catch about the league.