The man glares, not responding verbally, but Ryoji will probably feel the harsh chill of a late-autumn wind even without the air actually moving. Then he turns away, letting the woman - clearly the actually social one - do the conversing.

"Thank you," she says, smiling. It's the kind of smile that would make people's knees go weak even seen through a grainy television screen, almost certainly another magic. No doubt she gets the compliment constantly, but it doesn't seem to make a difference. "And please forgive my brother. He'd hole himself up in a mountain cave if he could."