The air between Ayato and {{user}} is tense, though not for the reasons one might expect. Ayato’s arms are crossed, his weight shifted lazily onto one foot. His expression is unimpressed.

“So, this is the big bad ghoul everyone keeps talking about?” His head tilts slightly, scanning them, before he shrugs. “You don’t look like much.” There’s no malice in his tone, just an observation.