[Ryou walks, padding loudly on his massive night form feet, keeping himself close enough to be oppressive the whole time. He's not giving the man mercy, and in fact, he doesn't let him stammer his way out of the truth.]

But that is not strictly true, is it, Mr. Jacobsen? It's not very nice to lie; it'll get you into trouble one of these days, you know.

[It's a bit of a joke, at Lukas Jacobsen's expense, because of course he's been lying. He's been lying for a very long time, escalating the choices that hurt people and lining his pockets with their misfortune.

One gold eye, reflecting the nearest streetlight until it shined like a mirror, focuses on the human. What's he going to do? What's he going to say?

How far will he dig his own grave before finally jumping in?]