He sets himself down across from the Pop-star, bringing his hands over a warm, steaming cup of crimson tea. The brew itself was called 'Dragon's southern blood', and rumored to be one of the strongest in banishing anything negative, be it thought or feeling. In Retro, it really did nothing but taste slightly cinnamonny with a hint of lemon. Which was a delightful flavor, as far as he was aware.

As he settles into his chair, he lowers his lazy, surly gaze upon Kenshin's face. The boy was covered from head to toe in lowly vibrations. Everything about him screamed on tales of anger and misery, ranging from his actual expression to the outline of an aura that danced only a few centimeters from his body. It was a murky red, almost like shade of tea shared between them. 

Kenshin was a passionate youth, Retro could read that much; but the passion bled so heavily into hatred that it was difficult to get a feel for where it would end up. Though, it really wasn't his future he was interested in.

"I couldn't help but to notice you have quite the competition with another band." His tone is smooth, like a beckoning entity offering water to a thirsty, dying individual. "Wouldn't it be interesting if you were able to completely change their fate? More so, you seem like you have a lot of repressed feelings settled in your crown and heart chakra. What if I told you that you could alleviate that pain by taking action against those who wronged you?~"