The Shadow's expression doesn't change. It merely crosses its arms behind its back and stares, amber eyes dark. No emotions, blank face - Adrien doesn't want to even look at the Shadow because it reminded him too much of someone else.

"And who are you to make demands? Again, you're the one trespassing."

Standing straight, it scoffs.

"I suppose there always has to be some purveyor in imperfect pieces."