[ it probably takes him a little longer than it should to realize he's being ignored. he has a good reason for it though. it consists of staring pointedly at Shizuo with something between irritation and confusion, the latter vague enough to display itself in a narrowing of his eyes as if the sun was in them.

that's all he has to say?!

he steps a few paces away as Shizuo and Celty interact, eyebrows knit together as he thinks. there are plenty of things he could do to annoy him in some kind of retaliation, but there can't be any doubt that he'll turn their attention his way.

forcing his way between them, his aim is to kick the black bike right over in a crash. sorry, Courier. if he connects, he's not sticking too close to the scene, and is instead quickly backing away. ]

Don't tell me you've lost your fire, Shizu-chan. Losing the one thing that keeps you passably entertaining can't bode well for you.

[ if it wasn't any fun to play with him, Izaya might as well take him out. he raises his knife. ]

I'm expecting a worthwhile welcome.