[Eichi's eyes follow the hand as Intensity gestures, more like a cat watching a toy than a person looking at another person.

He snarls, gritting his shark-like teeth. The jazz music mocks him. He thinks he knows better than you. They all do. You will leave him be, and he'll laugh about how stupid you are later. It gains a growl as Eichi brandishes his axe, ready to chop down this tree of a man.]

10.