My, my. This welcome just keeps getting warmer. Perhaps only I imagined you running up to us with tears in your eyes, begging us for our friendship. [He rests his fingers on his chin, looking intentionally aloof as he goes on sarcastically.] I didn't think you had it in you, Asch.

[He gives a sneering grin. He's not looking for violence himself; but his own lance is at hand just in case his own jabs go south.]

Who could tell? This old brain likes to play tricks on me. It's not like such a friendship would have been mutual, either. Regardless, I am actually not here to pick a fight, as shocking as that may sound.