"That GHOST really knows how to pick his girls. I mean, you're too young for me, but I would've never been able to tell without reading your records."
Arit's glare hardened, and George chuckled. He was currently very relaxed, and normally, Arit would've used a chance like this to quickly attack him and try to catch him off guard, but she knew she couldn't do anything rash in front of this man.
Ever since she became an anima, Arit had become a lot better at telling how weak or strong a person was just by being near them. It was like a beast in the wild that could gauge another beast's strength with just a single glance. And from what Arit could see, she knew that this man was dangerous. He wasn't even using anything to try and intimidate her, but Arit could just sense his pressure pressing down on her like a physical thing! Arit couldn't do anything reckless right now.