Izaya stared at Catherine after her final response. Then he threw back his head and laughed once more, longer and louder than he had before. Now that they were outdoors, he didn't need to worry about library volume.
When he ceased after a time, the grunt leaned forward to move his face close to hers, their gazes locked. If she was going to stare, he could, too. One observer to another; both skilled deceivers using their knowledge of human nature. Who could see deeper into what the other was really like? Whose defenses would crumble first...?
"Something tells me you joined this organization for more reasons than simply existing," the informant spoke softly. "And though I doubt you'll tell me, for you may not even know yourself, I'm going to find out." He leaned back, grinning with a certain smug over-familiarity. "Whatever the case, you are an intriguing specimen of the human race and it was a pleasure to meet you."