If D is worried about the defense, or the mark, he doesn't show it. He does, however, stop completely. Like an act of good faith. The look of him is intimidating, but that has always been the point. Tall, ghastly pale and almost grey, with dark clothes to make him seem broader, and a hat to conceal most of his face. A sword, too, yet it remains on his back, and he doesn't reach to remove it.

The thing about D is, he isn't completely like the dead, but he is something not entirely alive, beating heart and warm skin aside.

"I don't intend to harm you," he says in a polite voice.