[His gaze drops from your face to your extended hand, considering it briefly. Annoying weakness tugs at him once again, and he smiles.]
Muraki Kazutaka. [Then he fits his palm to yours, gripping onto it firmly. A little too firmly you might notice, as he seeks to draw energy from this physical contact.]
[Action] (Tales as old as time)
Muraki Kazutaka. [Then he fits his palm to yours, gripping onto it firmly. A little too firmly you might notice, as he seeks to draw energy from this physical contact.]