There's a certain satisfaction to be gained in a job well done, don't you think?

[His voice remains carelessly impassive, even as he glances up to meet her eyes and feels his back stiffen ever so slightly. The beginnings of a response to a threat, he observes with detachment, which is almost laughable. He already knows he can destroy Haru in single combat, even more easily now that their Personas are once again locked away. But the social ramifications of her deciding, rightfully so, to put a target on his back? Disasterous, no matter how carefully he'd curated his image here in this Void.]

I don't suppose you know how to play.