(Yi Sang quietly observes the interior of the bus from where he sits, his gaze passing over each of the sinners in their usual spots. When his eyes land on Dante, the faintest upwards twitch of his lips appears for but a second. He rises from his seat and approaches where the manager sits, his footsteps making nary a sound.)
(He greets simply with a slight inclination of his head, his voice as impassive as ever. His dark gaze settles on Dante, peering at him from behind a veil of obscurity as per usual.)
"I wished to see you. To speak with you."
(His gaze turns wistful, a flicker of emotion crossing those fathomless eyes for but a second before disappearing back into obscurity.)"If you would permit it."