[ Considering Reigen pays his employees below minimum wage, the fact that his comment about vacation and compensation even left his stingy mouth is telling. It's not that he thinks Sebastian isn't being fairly compensated for the amount of work he does, he just thinks Sebastian is insane to be doing the amount of work he does - PERIOD. It has to be masochism. It has to be. Cocaine or masochism. Reigen would NEVER labor so intensely, nor think of it as his 'duty'.

Absurd. This guy is absurd.

And that makes him hellishly dangerous. What else would he drive himself to do, for that sense of duty? What did he consider the extent of his duties, actually. ]

Huh? Haa?

[ The rude sounds escape him, as he's snapped from his stupid, slack-jawed goggling at Sebastian's face. He's serious about this whole thing, wow. He had to be, since Reigen has like, three meals prepared and packed for the journey. It feels like being sent to summer camp with a super-fancy bento that everyone gets to be envious over. Not that he was ever sent to summer camp with a bento. Just to summer camp. ]

I'm not scared of anything.

[ Plainly said, as he points directly at his face. Even now, it's nonplussed. ]

I suppose 'fearsome' could cover 'dangerous', though. I've dealt with a lot of wild situations over the years, actually. One time, an army of psychics tried to take over the world. Another time, there was this cult that took over everyone's minds. I was willingly taken in by aliens just before I came to Kenos, too. I guess -- those were all pretty fearsome?