Xeron glanced at Sorichiro, taking his hand, noticing a slight chill. " Xeron na’Itania, Page to the Demon King of the 9th Realm, a pleasure." After shaking hands, Xeron recedes his back around the handle of his cup. "Most simply call me the Prince of Death, though I'm not very fond of that title. I merely collect souls from those who are already about to die. Which, if you don't mind me saying, yours seems displaced somehow, as if it's been tampered with, interesting."