[ Honestly, with the way Ellis signs to Mishka right now, "frenzy" would actually be a more accurate word. He looks like he's absolutely enthralled that someone else knows sign language. His eyes seem to sparkle like he's laid his eyes on the most wanted thing in the world--which is, really, not that far from the truth. Signing with other people is a luxury that Ellis doesn't take for granted. It really helps rest his hands despite calligraphy being his main hobby and that he goes through notepads and stationary like paper shredders. Other than convenience, he's just always excited to see someone who can sign.

Perhaps if he looked into it deep enough, he could pull out a fleeting psychological meaning that he doesn't feel as alone in the world, but it's simple enjoyment at its purest form.

But also, holy shit. "Master Assassin of the Ebon Syndicate" usually doesn't mean anything to most people, Ellis would assume. However, he can put two and two together. A syndicate with the name for the black that would appear to be dark brown with splattered of red blood mixed into it sounds pretty exciting on its own. Though, he figures that with the title of "Master Assassin", it makes the fact that Mishka bears a curse a little more understandable. ]

"Yes, mine is for the purpose of conversation. I don't really have any other need for it like you do. I'm just Some Character."