And there it is. For all his apparent ability to see through walls, this Wolf has no skill whatsoever in reading the room. Akira cracks a tight, dry smile, his voice polite but devoid of warmth.

"I appreciate the warning, Mr. Wolf, but I had no such problems with Drake. I found him quite pleasant and helpful when we spoke." He removes his hand from his sword and gestures at himself, his eyebrows rising. "Perhaps our inherent similarities helped."