The teenage boy who so strongly resembles a wraith made of flames approaches, giving off no sound of footsteps, smelling of no odor, and emitting as much warmth as a space heater. He's not usually one to simply approach people, but he's particularly talkative and sociable today, the opportunity to see and be heard by so many such a relative rarity in the first place that he isn't going to let it slip by his ghost-like fingers if he could help it.

Shion's gaze flicks to the hat. The suit. The something between the teeth that isn't a cigar but seems like its owner would probably appreciate it more if it was. Briefly, he mentally overlaps a red bowtie on the man and wonders if this is what Sirei could also look like if he were a human.

He watches the fish swim off to join its kin after being so bluntly rejected by Ladon, and it's only afterwards that he speaks, his voice calm and soft, as if not wanting to disturb any more of the creatures swimming by.

"Do you...dislike them?", he asks, gaze now focusing on the man himself.