“I’m about to kill you, and you’re concerned about what I’m wearing‽” Leviathan looks perturbed. But at least he doesn’t look fully committed to watching your guts bleed out onto the pavement. His Wakizashi is momentarily stilted in his white knuckled grasp.

"No matter." He shakes his head."You'll be too dead in a moment for words to mean anyth-"

He stops, listening to his earpiece with a frown. "Guess I'm taking you in." The mercenary huffs. Sheathing his weapon to extend a hand in offering.