Takeshi nodded silently to their operator's statement, never once breaking eye contact simply because it was impolite, even when the opposite party was a demon trying to stare him down. There was no sense of fear, just an slight awkward discomfort. It was obvious the gaze affected him in someway, yet how it exactly affected him was beyond both himself and the horned man staring at him.

It was kind of droll, the sense of helplessness that the demon's statement had implied. Feeling slightly amused and nothing more, the "super famous" agent broke his gaze from the clouds that danced overhead to the inhabitants of their little group. It was always a worthy investment to figure out the people around you, be it for self gain or general welfare. Deciding to take the edge off the group that were composed of what he assumed to be society's outcasts, himself included of course, the teen took to the easiest grab at a conversation starter that he could find, namely a certain girl and her very interesting introduction.

She said her name was Sorella and from the way she carried herself, her story was likely best described by her name...

Meaning it felt familiar on the tongue yet distinctly foreign to the mind. She came off smooth and well rehearsed, an actor you could say, given her somewhat extravagant motions earlier, that was well prepared for the entrance of her character into the play. These were all assumptions of course, and before he could take these assumptions further he cut himself off out of courtesy to the person of interest as well as for the benefit of his likely future interactions with her. The last thing he wanted to do was pull a confirmation bias. 

"You can call me Kazami, just let me know you're referring to me so I can so respond," came the translation, despite his relaxed body language and simply statement, the words came out serious and professional, "So are you girls as excited for school as I am?"

His eyes quickly darted between two other females on the boat.