[He notices the roughness of the hand, the scarring. It's sexy, no doubt. A fighter than, or at least someone who doesn't mind getting fucked up. His eyes gaze over his physique; they seemed to be about the same age, but Izuku had a body like the toughest of Toman's fighters, from what he could tell, at least.

He smiles warmly, tilting his head and exposing his neck tattoo a little more - a sumi art style drawing of a tiger that went far below his collar line.]

It's no bother at all, Izuku-kun. This place is creepy as fuck. .. but, what's it you're being reminded of, if it's okay to ask?