Ghira sits across from you, his gaze hardened as he silently judges you, with his arms crossed.

"So... You and my daughter are friends?"

Ghira's gaze softens, smiling briefly as he nods in approval.

"Well, a friend of my daughter is a friend of mine. Please, make yourself comfortable."

"So, why don't you tell me about yourself?"

He asks, his voice much less stern than it was previously, now being more relaxed and attentive