Enki's eyes narrowed to slits. Leaning forward dangerously, Enki stared. Something was wrong. There was only the two of them in here, and while he could concede to play along with Shōryū's silly idea out in the halls, he saw no reason to do it in here.

"The Taiho has had enough of hearing his title," Enki snapped, yet again leaning a bit more forward, to succeed in something seldom achieved; looming.

"And my clothes are simpler than yours, anyway. It was you who started this charade."