"Phoenix is fine. I'm not that old."

He glashes her a grin, tapping his fingers against his leg. He's nervous, trying to mask that with a cheerful, laid back attitude. He wonders how well it's working but his mind is still going a mile a minute. The magatama is still in his pocket, and he squeezes it through the fabric for comfort.

"So Mia. I guess you're here from after that trial, since you know who I am."