[ Oho? Someone's approaching him? Kaito doesn't dare turn away from his quarry to observe the interloper. No, those scarred, (theoretically) bloodsoaked hands work deftly to properly end his symphony of (figurative) slaughter.

It is only when the last figurine tumbles to its doom out the chute and between his feet that Kaito turns. Mania dances in glowing(?) golds. The high brought on from his carnage paints a grin over his features.

Those predatory hues lock onto Ereshkigal's. Kaito's beam brightens. He lurches forward as if ready to pounce. ]

Stop, you say? This is but the beginning... The beginning of my new reign over Neo Tokyo's prize machines!

[ And suddenly, he

rears back, arms thrown to either side, doing his best impression or that one crazy blond vampire from the manga series Yukito likes. ]

All will know to fear the Demon of Shibuya! Bwahahahaha!!!