The newcomer spread his arms wide as if presenting himself to the entire courtyard, his crimson-and-gold coat trailing behind him like flames. His hair blazed scarlet under the temple's light, and a cocky grin stretched across his face.
"Reynard…" Michael's voice was flat, molten eyes narrowing behind his golden mask.
"Tch. This bastard is also here." Viola scowled.
Reynard's grin only widened at their reactions, his teeth flashing white against the fiery glow of his hair. He gave a mock bow, the tails of his coat flaring dramatically. "Ah, such a warm welcome from my dear friends. I'm touched. Truly."
Michael's eyes glinted dangerously behind the mask. His tone was cold steel. "Don't call us that."
