[The pink tinting the doll's perfect features makes Kazuha glad he'd gotten the chance to corner him. This is better— rather than frustration and hurt, he feels laughter creeping into his chest again. He giggles softly, raising his knuckles to his lips to hide it, as he watches the Harbinger's expression.]

Did I? Would you care to enlighten me? Should I have called your name?

[His eyes linger on him a moment, a coquettish quirk to the corner of his mouth, then turns his head to let Scaramouche do as he'd like with his hair. It's been growing since he'd arrived in Nippon; not the longest it's ever been, but still an impressive mane of curly hair, the red like a bloodstain on snow.]

Hm, what did you think in any case? I've found, with my Vision, I can help enhance people's elemental abilities. Perhaps this is what the Gods had wanted when giving me my gifts— to perceive more and influence it.