He could make no promises about scaring the crap out of them. In fact, if it were said, Albel would have argued that that wasn't his problem -- if they couldn't handle him, it was their own fault, and if they were scared then it just proved what worms they were.

As it was, he simply wrinkled his nose in annoyed disappointment. "Hmph. Hopefully they won't be completely useless then."

He did decide then and there, however, that he'd be attempting to avoid them as much as possible. Strangers in his living space did not sound appealing at all. He wondered how possible it would be to move...