Kaito tilts his head to glance up at Sora, if being loomed over bothers him, he doesn't give much impression of it. He pulls the cigarette from between his lips and taps the ash out over the edge of the bed. "Is that bullshit how it looks to someone getting run around by a middleschool brat? My job, crushing each and every one of you one-by-one? There's nothing else in the world I'd rather do."