He is the rusted jaws of a bear trap just itching for a person to step over it unwittingly. Not only will it hurt when they do, but then they'll have to combat tetanus in agony. Ardyn isn't a man who does things in half-measures, after all.

"Oh?" he questions, gaze locking onto this newcomer. "And what makes you say that?" Probably the fact that if looks could kill, Murderbot would be dead already. Ardyn smiles in a way that doesn't reach his eyes and has a certain unsettling edge to it. Treading with caution is to be advised, but the man almost hopes he doesn't.