He likes Milla's tone. Skeptics were one thing, but people that believed him, believed in him... those were the kinds of friends he liked to have. And they were becoming friends, weren't they? "The 'Ring-Bearing Wizard', they called me." They being the Phantoms that he fought, but it was a nice fancy, showy title. And he liked being fancy and showy.

"...wait." The smile drops from his face, though, and he drops his posture somewhat lower. Is that snarling? Is that the sound of clawed feet clattering on metal? Haruto is now convinced that monsters are incoming, and he's shifting his position so that he's between them and Milla. Or where he perceives them as being. "...maybe I'll have a chance to show you soon."