Had he been able to, Hayate would have probably argued with Dan's train of thought, after all, there was Fenrir to take into consideration for the 'eternal epitome of doom and destruction' title, and by no means was he a child where he was from. He returned his attention to the more interesting and polite journal conversation with a knight looking for her own group of Knights.

The intensified wind which had thrown his hair up into sharp spikes had dropped slightly to a confused breeze that swept his hair smooth, and ruffled the grass around them. Still enough to manipulate, but considerably less rushed.

He was slightly irritated by the condescendng voice, but continued with the level tone, "Take it however you wish." He was more focused on the journal in his lap than the person in front of him(well, he assumed it was a person). In fact, it was very likely that his guard was down a bit at the moment with his focus nearly completely on the journal in his lap.