Konoe, being a solid 5'3" was probably not very intimidating on a good day either, but he liked to think with his claws and teeth bared and his sword pinning one of the thugs down it counted for a lot more. His eyes were zeroed in on his prey; much like a cat on the hunt, if any of the three made a single move, Konoe would leap at them with his claws extended.

If they didn't, however, he'd get off the taller man, clearly expecting him to leave. "I don't care about fighting you. Just get lost already."