[Exorcists were the same everywhere.... Well, anyway, this one's haughty amusement has earned him something interesting, but he's not going to take such a gift at face value, given what it's coming from.]

[Always a catch, with these ones....] That quickly. Perhaps you should have taken this job, instead of me.

...There's no guarantee you'll answer my questions truthfully. [But his interest is clear. He tilts his head as he considers Rokurou, uncovered eye dragging over the obvious demonic traits on his otherwise human-like appearance. His aura was twisted and malignant, despite his clear sense of self. Somehow, that was even more disgusting.]

[Matoba lets off a tiny puff of breath. He opens his mouth, about to ask him what clan he's in, but-- honestly, he feels like he can guess. Meatheads.]

[Instead, he asks with a considering tilt of his head, and a thin smile.] Amongst us Lost Souls, do you have any ...prior acquaintances?