[Johan Riketz]

To Johan's discontent, in his moment of silence and solace, the voice of a child sounded like cats on a fence. Turning his blade with practiced swings, he buried the sentient-sword into the moss-covered earth and leaning heavily upon the decorated hilt of Redemption, turned to see who had bothered to stop and inquire about his "worries". A primitive growl crept at his throat, but his visage visibly softened when he beheld the spectacle of an innocent Vysstichi child standing about with no supervision. She at least looked well-kept, but it wasn't necessarily any physical characteristics or even the given situation... many of these same children wandered aimlessly around and even outside the dark city alone. Feth, Johan had been one himself.

Locks of silver drifting about his gently sloping shoulders and slender back, he turned his gaze away from the girl, keeping her small-form in his peripheral. Sweat beaded on his arms and onyx body beneath the drifting mane of fluid-hair. Flickering between a dull-golden and vibrant-lavender, his pupils shone brightly in the shadowy surrounding. In a gentle voice, he spoke calmly, more around her than at the child... he was sure she couldn't see his face. "Besides my early learning that information always comes at a price, I'm sure that you couldn't solve any such problems in question if they exist at all, child... " A purr rising in his throat, he stands straight and he smiles genuinely. Was this baby trying to disect The Faceless One?

She was adorable...

With a smirk, he perked a brow to the child. Knowing that her intention wasn't to pry intentionally, he loathed that forgivable straightforward manner in which children approached even a complete stranger and there was something sincere and innocent in that to where he couldn't be angry or on-guard completely. Walking forwards a bit, Johan crouched in front of her, careful he didn't stray too far from his possessions. "... but just out of curiosity, why would you want to know something like that? How does it benefit you? Being raised in a Vysstichi household... and considering your attire, I'll assume you're being taken care of quite well, I know that you're being taught to leave anything that doesn't serve to benefit you unfettered. Correct?"

He watched her between cascading bangs of silver, his feminine facial features betraying his cold personality. Through his shimmering violet eyes he met her own... and in the next few moments, she would discover that he honestly expected a response. If nothing else, this conversation could be interesting, even if it didn't quite serve to benefit the Vyssie's designs. It could be entertaining.