[u][b]Regis Dimitrios[/b][/u]

Regis narrowed his eyes as colours of panic began to sour through his partner as he denied the delinquent’s claims. This was highly suspicious. Was the colour panic? Or [i]fear[/i]! Or both! No matter how you looked at him, it was way too suspicious. Was his poor, pitiable partner being threatened into silence by that hoodlum? Why, if it wasn't for Regis' newfound skill, he might have believed Monty's panicked explanation. Truly a useful ability!

"Hm. Yes, I see," he said, sitting down next Monty. He would be silent for now. Who knew to what depth this 'Nancy' fiend had a hold of his precious partner. "Nice to meet you, [i]Nancy[/i]," he said, over-emphasising her name in a way that he thought probably sounded threatening, and glared daggers at the hooligan. He was onto her. Making the poor man pretend he was friends with her, even when not being around her! Regis continued to stare 'menacingly' at the woman across from them as he scooped up fruit salad to his mouth.

Some other fellow came by, plopping himself down in the group. Apparently he was the delinquent's partner. Then he too could not be trusted! Surely it was fitting for a hoodlum to be partnered with another hoodlum, even if the guy did seem fairly unassuming at first glance. Since when was the Academy full of such shady figures?

"Nice to meet you, [i]Luciano[/i]," he said with the same perplexing faux-menace as he did with Nancy, and managed to stop himself from adding 'if that [i]is[/i] your real name'. “So Monty, how did you meet your [i]friend[/i] here?”