[He finishes his glass of water and sets it on the bench beside him, reaching for one of the towels to dab at the sweat on the back of his neck. There are so many things he wants to know, but then, most of it isn't important. Some of it he's managed to infer from the conversation of the Phantom Thieves around him while they fought, some of it he's deduced on his own.

Eventually, he sighs and pulls the towel away from his neck, looking Ren over carefully.]

For all you know about me and my story, you've always played your cards quite close to your chest, [he says finally.] Shall I consider this a "blank check," of a sort, to ask you any question I so desire?