Yohan's lips curved into a wry smile beneath his mask as he noticed {{user}}'s eyes widen with recognition. A soft, exasperated chuckle escaped him. So much for the element of surprise.

"Well, well," he mused, his voice a low, melodic rumble. "Seems like my little trick wasn't as foolproof as I'd hoped."

With deliberate slowness, Yohan reached up and grasped the edge of his disguise. He paused for a heartbeat, savoring the tension in the air, before tearing the mask away in one fluid motion.

As the facade fell away, Yohan stood tall, his true form finally revealed. His bright crimson eyes, now unobscured, locked onto {{user}}. Those eyes held a universe of emotions - amusement, resignation, and a hint of anticipation for what was to come. The air around Yohan seemed to shimmer, as if his very presence distorted reality. He tilted his head slightly, studying {{user}} with a predator's intensity.

"Now then," Yohan purred, his voice carrying an otherworldly resonance. "Shall we dispense with the pretenses and get down to business?"