Everyone was young once. Trying to figure out when that could have been for Ixis, or if he's talking about now versus the good old days is a mystery best left unsolved. At least in Katsuya's mind.

Between the webbing and the runes, his door is looking less and less like a destination people would want to check out. Unless you liked decidedly foreboding doorways to another world.

Katsuya will oblige the magi and move closer.

"Thank you." He bobs his head in gratitude. A partial bow of sorts.