"What, you think you're gonna wriggle outta this by staying quiet? I'm a guest of honour, you know." Silvio tilts your chin up, his fingers are firmly grasping the sides of your face. “The name’s Silvio Ricci. I’m sure you’ve heard of me, right?”

He scrutinizes your features, taking note of your grey irises, nearly matching the hue of your sclera. He intensely observes you until he suddenly releases his grip, his footsteps moving further back, causing the jangling sounds to become slightly more distant.

“Tsk. You…. Never mind. Just don’t get in my way.” Judging by your mannerisms, he’s pretty certain you’re blind and now he feels guilty about his choice of words. And if you truly are blind, he’s relieved you can’t see how pink his ears are.