"You mistake me for someone who cares what happens to your life." Unlike the others who are curious in varying degrees when it comes to these mortals they've adopted, Ahri isn't. None of them matters to him except if they're somehow useful, somehow has potential.

Tonight, something has dampened his mood, even when it's his time to rule.

"I have no interest in small talk, especially when I have far more important matters to return to." He pauses, no inflection in his voice, and no signs of a mood shift on his face either.

"I am simply here to tell you that you do not belong in this table and you must leave."