Pulling himself upward, Bellus only scoffed slightly at the other and gave a roll of crimson optics followed by a reassuring, “There is no need to raise your guard, I am not that quick to anger.” Though the smallest of things could irk him, which resulted in what seemed like an everlasting sense of annoyance, but he really could be at peace every once in a while. Sadly, this was not one of those times. The simple presence of another weapon put him slightly on edge, and the fact that the other was taking defensive measures against him only served to irritate him further. He wouldn’t attack anyone in this household, none of them were worth putting forth the effort it took to act against his wielder, and obviously she wanted everyone happy and healthy. Which was sort of a huge bummer, but whatever. “My name is Bellus, but I take it you already knew that. You act as if they told you I was someone to be wary of—I assure you, your body will remain intact long after this conversation ends.” Unless, of course, the other attacked him first; then he would be torn to bloody little shreds, much to Bell’s amusement. “Is that loud brat is your wielder?” He means Zita, of course.
" I can never be too careful, especially when around other weapons, " The electrified mallet replied without so much as a dent in his monotone voice. He didn't even lower his small shield as he lowered himself to take a seat a short distance away from the fellow piece of equipment. His eyes remained void of interest as the other continued talking. It was in Rikiya's nature to look as bored and dead as possible. Lacking interest meant that others would lack interest in him, correct? Most of what he did while Bellus spoke consisted of staring dead at the demonic being before turning his gaze toward the A/C, switching it on without lifting a finger before shifting his attention back to the brown haired male. It wasn't that he was being cocky, it was that he didn't really care too much about what Bellus was saying. He wouldn't be killed easily regardless of the fact. Having been genetically enhanced, and prior to that, constantly being used in battle, he was incredibly adept. Should anything happen, he hoped this being didn't take him lightly, despite his rather child like appearance. " I have never disrespected your wielder, and you will not disrespect mine, if you would be so kind, " A pause before he continued, " Yes, /Zita/ is my wielder. I never meant to have one again, but things work differently in this world it seems. "
