[There's a nod in response to Kashuu's introduction, a slight grin playing on his face.]

Same. [Though his grin does turn a little wicked.] Although I still think you're way off about the fashion thing.

[He begins to edge towards one of the fallen robots, stepping over oil and sparking, severed arms.]

Anyway, you can kinda say that, I guess. Maybe you've just been on the good side of the law too much to really run-into my sorta types. Or... y'know, never stepped foot in a fighting tournament or anything like that.

As for the spirit thing... sorta? I mean, I'm not human, but I'm not a ghost anymore either. Demons count for that kinda thing, right?

[A sound interrupts his musings, however, and he gestures over to Kashuu.]

Crap. We gotta move our asses. These tin cans might be bringing back-up.