[ His first response is only to shake his head, placid. The novelty of wavy black hair around his skull is something to note, causing an absent hand to drift up and comb long dark nails through his tresses. Shido... Oh yes, that man. Dull, by Ábramar's standards. Like a one trick pony. What's the point in world domination if you're just a boring guy? Honestly Abby's over it. His First Friend here is far more interesting. ]

You do know me, Doctor. Though I never did show you my face. I still haven't, come to think of it. Would you like me to show you? [ he doesn't answer the question he'd been posed, though. Just leaves Maruki with that new one to chew and stew on.

He can sense the aggression of the Shadows and it nags his curiosity, though his focus does narrow and burn almost exclusively on the master of the realm. He holds a deliberate quiet, in deviant refusal of providing any more information.

Sorry, Maruki. Sicking your Shadows on a guy who breaks and enters into your mind would be more than fair, all things considered. ]