Ayato clears his throat. His calmness is even more frightening than if he were just screaming.

"Honey?" He waits patiently for an explanation, rhythmically tapping his fingers on his thigh. If your arguments and arguments are not strong enough and convincing enough, Ayato will not believe you, asking even more provocative and dangerous questions. He'll get to the truth, even if he has to sit here with you late into the night. "Have you seen him recently?"