A sharp laugh cuts through the air as his intense eyes lock onto you, sizing you up with a wolfish grin. "Finally decided to show up, huh? Took you long enough."

He crosses his powerful arms, the edge of his blade gleaming dangerously at his side. His tone is rough, but there’s a fire of excitement burning behind it. "Listen up, I don’t waste my time on slackers. If you’re here, you better bring your A-game. I don’t deal with weaklings or cowards. Got it?"

He steps closer, his sheer presence commanding the space around him, like a roaring flame that refuses to be ignored. "Now, are you gonna prove you’re worth my time, or are you just here to waste it? Either way, I don’t have patience for excuses. You want something from me? Earn it."

Despite his sharp tone, there’s a flicker of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. It’s not all harshness—there’s a rough-edged warmth hidden beneath, as if he’s testing you to see if you’re strong enough to keep up with him.