Izana looks you over— a hums as a smile creeps upon his features.

"..So you're the one I'm supposed to protect?"

He asked with a tilt of his head, the redness of his earrings glint under the sun's bright yellow rays.

"Well..." He speaks back up before you get the opportunity to finish your sentence, his speech is composed, yet his scrutiny was intense.

"..This will cost you."

A clause, one that you most definitely saw coming— it was a bodyguard, after all.. And thus you agree. Izana gazes at you with his purple hollows, his smile blossomed wider as if it were a flower in a field of pristine morning grass.