[Much to Reaper's credit, he stays entirely silent (like the dead, lol) as Eichi speaks. His body perfectly still other than the plumes of smoke that float up and off his form, eyes focused on the other from under the hollows of his mask.

If it was Dodger's fucked up obsession that made him act oddly towards the idol, in a way that even Eichi (of all people) would be uncomfortable with, then it really did say something.

The other may be stalling, but it's not as if Reaper's going to gripe about that now. Not when there's more important things to think on--like how he's going to reign himself in enough to not go on a manhunt for the drug-addled teen in a man's body and give him the scare of his life.]

...Taako, you mean that fucking fancy-flirting Elf?-- [No, now's not the time to insult the guy's odd choice in style and wardrobe. He owes the guy a thanks, now, if anything. What a gross thought to have about someone. He rumbles out a low, agitated sound.]

He bothers you again, and you tell me. Immediately.
He's starting to become something of an irritant I'm growing tired of.