Kakashi’s heart jumped into his throat at the sound of someone speaking behind him. It took all his training to show no signs of the surprise. Had there been someone there before? He hadn’t heard a thing. No foot steps. No sound of clothes moving. Either he wasn’t paying attention as much as he thought he had been, or they were highly skilled assassins better then even he.

As he glanced past his blind spot to study the young man that had spoken, the door to the mansion opened reveling another man. Suddenly the place is so crowded. He looked up to study the guy’s face unused to people being taller then him. He didn’t like the feeling of being sandwiched between the two and moved to the side a bit so they were at a more comfortable distance.

“I take it that means you do not own this house then. Do you know who does?” He chose to ignore the jokes about his looks.

He had to get to the bottom of this situation and quick. The mission still needed to be done on time no mater how low ranked. Gods? The man didn’t make much sense to him, and the accent that he had, Kakashi had never heard before.

Bowing his head slightly in greating, he kept eye contact with the guy. "Kakashi." He glanced over at the other waiting for a name from their third party.