Clifton made sure they had made it some distance from the rune bearers before he allowed them to stop. He didn't flinch at the sight of Kana's rows of fangs, merely raising an eyebrow. He'd seen stranger things. It seemed that now should be the moment that his cordial demeanor would vanish, with the pretenses dropping and all that. But apparently the politeness wasn't a pretense at all, because it didn't go away.

Clifton's lips twitched at Kana's implication that he smelled like cleaning products. It was just hand sanitizer. (Or...maybe she caught a whiff of that bleach from yesterday?) Then again, he knew she wasn't wrong about the clean freak bit, and... to be honest, she was only a stone's through away on the mass murderer thing.

He elaborated on none of this.

[color=6FFFFB]"Cleanliness is next to godliness, they say,"[/color] said Clifton simply. He did not offer a reply to her query about how many people he'd killed.

Rather personal question, that.

[color=6FFFFB]"I have no intention to incite violence, Miss Kana, if that is indeed your name. But now may be the prudent time to ask who you are and what you are doing here, as well as to request an explanation of precisely [i]what[/i] you are, if you'll forgive the rather coarse inquiry."[/color]