[It's clear to Tyki that who he has found isn't an average mortal by any means, even if he is not quite clear on what, exactly, he might be otherwise. Tyki knows humans too well—they squirm and tremble, tangled by the desires their fragile egos push upon them, and even when they are confident it is often merely a guise for some deeper trauma. He's rarely seen exceptions, although the Exorcists he's met and fought against come to mind... but they are different already for being touched by Innocence.

Raphael's remark draws laughter out of the Noah's chest, low and rumbling.]

I can certainly appreciate the finer things in life. But I have to admit, I understand the darker underbelly just as well, too. You can't have one without the other. [The luxury of indulgence, to him, is like the two sides of a coin. And it's always a gamble where a flipped coin will land.] I'll be candid with you. The games I'm used to playing are a bit... bloodier, let's say, than this.

[He gestures to the room around them with one white-gloved hand.]

Even if I'm not up to your standards, I think it's important to acknowledge what I see. You're not human, I can tell, but whatever you are is still a mystery to me. And I like a little mystery.