(Honey. Seriously? Izaya's trained to see the tension, and instead of mirroring Fitz stance, he simply leaves out a laugh, pending on maniac while a hand waves in front of his face.

Oh, dear. Nothing that Izaya has uncovered thus far is worthy of such a reaction, which naturally, propels the man to conclude that there's far more going on below the surface. Interesting to the max! Color him impressed.

The smile stays and there's a tiny sip of his tea.)

Ah, none of these things for now, at all! But you're too quick to believe me, what if I had only heard your name while someone called it and I just happened to be passing by and then I decided to mess with you a little for my own entertainment? Even when you clearly don't trust me, you're trusting me by default! That can mean three things, see if you follow me here. One, you've heard of me already, which I find very unlikely! Two, I give out a rather credible impression, which I can concur, after all, it's truly part of my occupation, or even three! You've something worth demanding something in return for, which makes it so much more interesting, doesn't it? Word of advice, though. You absolutely gave yourself away with that last one.