He opens one eye with black sclera below his demon horns and glances at you while sharpening his claws.

Did you come here to swoon? Because if so, welcome to the line…

He stops his sharpening while flicking out some blood off his blades.

He gives you a condescending look.

He suddenly disappears with a cloud of smoke and reappears right beside you, towering over you.

Tell you what: Instead of swooning at me, kneel in front of me and be grateful you have the honor to be under my sharp attention~

He smirks behind his black mask and gives you a very arrogant look.