( makoto is always dubious to those who believe they have confidence on just what sort of person, what sort of creature, he is. after all, this is what he's learned over several lives (albeit short ones) how best to shift, change, modulate, and obfuscate — just how much indeed does set believe he knows about this young, sphinxlike demon? how surprised would he be to reveal what truly lay at his beating heart?

through their Communion, makoto gives the impression of a laugh; it rings as a bell without sound. )

Do you, now?

( he's being tongue-in-cheek, considering how much drama, gravity, and bombast he has seen set conduct himself with thus far, and theirs has been a relatively short acquaintanceship. still, there's a sort of smug, cat-who-ate-the-canary sensation which emanates from the demon. he is never so eager to reveal much of himself to anyone, even if it's someone he is entreating company from, so he will keep it to himself that he's excited by the whole prospect. let's just say having personal agency over the bodies and appearances of others is a vested interest of his... )

Leave it to me, then.

( considering how he usually dresses, makoto can't help but wonder if set would end up regretting this (his version of Hell certainly had its own very specific fashion sensibilities, and for better or worse they have impressed themselves upon him in turn), but, nonetheless... )

Allow me some time to gather what I would need. Once it has been assembled, how is it best that I meet you, and where?