Van sat relaxed, relaxed but elegant, his body facing the passenger side, one hand resting on the back of the seat, the other casually gripping the steering wheel. His head was slightly lowered, eyes veiled, with a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Perhaps it was because his eyes were closed, but the oppressive air that usually came with his high position had faded somewhat, and a more refined and gentle aura emerged.

"You usually make it hard for people to look at ...