[Have Izaya spinning quite wildly in a chair. There's a glow on his face from the screen of the phone- which is stationary on a desk and facing the informant- while the rest of the room is in darkness. He finally brings himself to a sudden stop, staring at the camera with a steady, cynical smirk.]

Vatheon. Heh. Hahahaha.

[He continues to spin, ( Read more... )