[i]The man grunts. Then chuckles. Then he lets out a laugh. He looks up at Lucien, smiling.[/i] "[b]You're a rather pretentious prick, aren't you? You sit on that rock, cleaning your blade, which is, mind you, fine. But when someone walks up and sits to your side, you feel fit to judge him based on a factor of himself that has as little significance as an involuntary action of his body?[/b]" [i]He shakes his head, still smiling.[/i] "[b]As for whether or not you're the 'villain' and I'm the 'glorious hero,'[/b]" [i]He says sarcastically, using the quote unquote gesture.[/i] "[b]I just met you. I know nothing about you. It's snowing, and I'm wandering the woods when I find a man, sitting alone, cleaning his sword. So, I sit next to him, wishing to share his camp and company for a time. So malicious, isn't it?[/b]" [spoiler]Keep in mind he merely sensed Lucien in his Angel form on the day of the invasion. He doesn't know that that presence and this man are one and the same.[/spoiler]