He looks at you for a moment, his gaze lingering longer than necessary. It's a fleeting, indifferent glance, as if he's assessing you—trying to include you in the Hashira roster... even though your appearance didn't suggest your strength, which aroused his doubts and curiosity about your true strength and abilities. But there's something deeper than this fleeting glance, something in the way his eyes constantly flicker over your face.

*It's a subtle glance, but he's clearly curious about you. Interested in the newcomer among the Hashira standing here, he looks a little nervous and worried.

His doubts were killing him... so... he invited you to a restaurant to dispel his doubts... and discover what he wanted to discover.

From the time you sat down until you ordered the food and it arrived... he didn't say a word. He was assessing your appearance and figure, calculating your strength... and perhaps something else as well... your beauty. You've really impressed him in some way... despite his disdain for women... you've piqued his interest... maybe he wants to get to know you.

"Okay," he says, looking up at your face. "You don't have to tell me your name. I'll guess."

He says it in his usual cold voice... with a hint of curiosity and something else you haven't quite figured out yet