With each step he took towards him, Ryu took two back away. He stared at Grima, trying to figure out exactly what he was. Ryu walks slowly, wanting to stall time until he could come up with something that could divert Grima from the Kumiho group. "Soooooo," Ryu began, wiping his palms on his clothes. "What brings you this neck of the woods?" He said casually, reaching up to rub the back of his neck.