Erichthonios' lips thin, expression no longer quite feigned anymore. He's dealt with plenty of trouble, but it's generally not people, just wayward creations doing what they were made to do. Digimon, he knows, aren't made like that.

So these are choosing to be problems instead of simply acting as they are designed to. "In that case. It might not technically be any of my business but..."

Not being his problem doesn't seem like it's going to keep him where he is though. He stands suddenly, the same motion setting Guilmon on the ground, who snorts awake with an unhappy growl. It's no surprise he dwarfs everyone that's even remotely human-height like the rest of his kind, and his sudden movement is spotted by a couple of the goblimon, who shift uneasily and elbow their fellows.

Intimidation it seems is the name of the game. "I don't think we have to hurt them. Act like you have authority and power, and generally--"

He stalks for the collection of troublemaking digimon, expression set in a scowl, Guilmon right at his side with a mouthful of sharp teeth bared in gleeful anticipation.