"Not every day you find a man walking around who smells exactly like the Heartless." The stink of darkness on this character was nothing short of unmistakable, which left Scar somewhat unimpressed. Anyone with a decent nose could smell him coming from a mile away, which would make him hardly as useful as Kuja. Regardless, if he was here there must have been something at least vaguely decent about him, so it couldn't hurt to at the very least pretend to be friendly. Or at least pretend that he didn't plan to rip him to shreds should he prove to be out of line with Scar's ambitions. Better yet, have one of those brats with a Keyblade do it for him.

Scar was perched atop an outcropping, looking down on the silver-haired intruder with a piercing gaze and a mouthful of wicked fangs. After spending so much time around Maleficent, he was rather doubtful there was anything this man could do that would truly cause him any worry. Or should he just start calling him a Heartless now? There were no other scents that would identify him as anything else. Regardless, even if he did prove stronger than Maleficent, it wasn't like Scar hadn't dealt with such situations before. If there was any virtue he truly did possess, it was patience.