"So you like to play in the dark, huh... how cute." Darkness was nothing new to him, and it wasn't like that lamp wasn't replaceable. Izaya knew the layout of his home like the back of his hand, regardless of night or day. The way Hazama's eyes broke through the comforting sense of familiarity turned his stomach.

Ouroboros was almost too quick for him to notice, were it not for its telling, verdant eyes that provided the only other possible light in this murk. The informant was not an amateur by any means, and avoiding harm to his body was one of his areas of expertise. Granted, it was quick enough to leave a scathingly noticeable mark on his cheek, but he was not mortally wounded just yet. There was a slight misfortune in not having his blade on his person, but he figured that as he dodged, he could snap it right back up soon enough.

"And who's to say that, Hazama-san? This is my office."