Confident and cocky with a nice resume. Aion has had his share of the type and one he didn't mind. They always did manage to deliver and show results after all. He could appreciate a good work. The king of thieves. The man was certainly someone to keep in mind.

"Aion, the sinner." he curled his lips as he allowed a little of his energy, full of blood lust, to seep from him to let the other know that he was no human. The rest he'd let the other muse unless asked otherwise.

"The King of thieves, hm? You hold your title well, Serrure. I'll remember it well." And with that he released his hold on the man.