Her tone draws another laugh from between his lips as he rises from his bow, rests one hand on a jagged hip and flicks the other in the air in a movement that's entirely the Goro Akechi who presents himself on the public stage, the fake celebrity charming the ignorant public.

"You flatter me with your attention." His gaze flicks to the ghoul with the same kind of curiosity, but hungrier, as if wondering how powerful it is and what it could be capable of. The hand he'd flicked into the air twists slightly, clawed fingers curling into a loose fist as he contemplates giving it a taste of his power. If he could rip the chains of its soul free, what kind of havoc could it wreak?

But as interesting as he finds the ghoul, the woman across from him is far more intriguing. He steps closer, intending to circle around her, his own eyes raking over her in a manner just as appraising.

"I can smell your power," he hisses delightedly, pointed tongue flicking out between pointed teeth as if scenting the air like a snake. "Greek? Roman?" He stops before her once again, bringing his thumb and forefinger to his chin in another one of Akechi's stage gestures, one meant to show contemplation and deduction.