[ Ragna's usual scowl now deepens as he watches her invite herself to sit across him. What exactly possessed her to stick around? And what's that about liking him? He does pretty much everything in his power to be as unlikeable as possible. ]

Do I look like I'm trying to find "friends" here?

[ He gestures to their surroundings, strongly implying he's chosen a place that's fairly removed from the main celebrations ─ surely not something a person who wants to make acquaintances would do. He goes back to sipping on his drink, only to somewhat comically choke on it when she offers her interpretation of his title. ]

Like hell I do! [ How did she come to that conclusion? That's the least charitable interpretation possible! It's supposed to be cool, dammit! ] It's a... title I inherited... sort of...

[ Wait, why is he even explaining this to her? It's not like he owes her anything. And it's way too complicated to get into the details anyway. Ragna tilts his heads slightly, raising his eyebrow. ]

... Anyone ever tell you you're a weirdo?