His gaze arid mine brushed one another for a single, electric second. At first. I got nothing from his eyes, but felt as if I were naked and turned inside out. I heard a low growl from the Old One, and in this case. I concurred fully with his caution concerning the Yakuza leader. Then, reflections of the Kobe fire in his flat, black eyes told me that, even if he had not intended for the Nullzone to burn, he was not moved to pity or remorse when it did go up.