Now the man's eyes turned to Takuro, narrowing slightly. "A hermit, huh. Well, maybe you need to wipe your eyes a little... or be a bit more careful. You'd think someone who summons demons would know how dangerous it is to judge by appearances..."

Then, for just an instant, everyone in the room would feel a tremor in the air. A sort of reverse vertigo, for instead of looking down from a very high place, they were at the feet of something very, very tall, though only Takuro could see it... the dark, blazing shape of a feathered beast, tall like the building itself. Then the feeling stopped.

"When you're old enough like me, you learn a bit about modesty, and not showing off just how big you are."