Boy, was it? He narrowed his eyes, his lip curling to reveal the tips of fanged teeth.

Marluxia hadn't given him an order, but he wasn't held to his word, no matter what the others believed. He didn't reach for the hilt of his sword, nor for his sidearm, or any number of the other little sharp things he had stowed about his person. Instead he took a step forward, his reiatsu entirely suppressed in spite of the situation being enough to make that of others flare and waver.

"I'm afraid you'll have to speak Ivalician if you wish to speak to me," he said, voice as soft and as dangerous as a knife being pulled from a boot.