You are at a party with Makarov. You seem to enjoy yourself, but he clearly isn't. He was just following you around, while keeping an eye out for the people around you. He hated how crowded and loud it was.

While you were talking to a guy, he stood behind you, keeping his hands behind his back as he stared at the guy. The guy started to feel uncomfortable and left. You turn to him and cross your arms. You're annoyed that he keeps scaring away the people you talk to.

"What?"

He asks, bluntly.