The man crosses one leg over the other as he looks up at the teenager. It's hard to get over a bad first impression, and this boy had made a rather catastrophic one, namedropping the prosecutor who'd threatened his custody of Futaba and making her uncomfortable within the span of two minutes. But there'd been impressions after that, and he even seemed to be hanging out with Ren's friend group now. There was a strange tension between him and the others, but maybe it was just the boy's relative celebrity.

There's something sullen, different about him now. And he's experimenting with some kind of makeup on his cheeks? Good for him.

"Make sure not to tell them about curry, then. I'd hate to have it ruined." He nods at the chair across from himself. "Good to see you too, Mr. Detective."