[ She scolds him, and yet all he does is grin back at her with a dazzling lack of concern. His teeth are as scraggly as the rest of him, just another way he seems almost presentable but all at once disheveled. The energies that bounce off of one another are the same. A lovely, determined little cleric girl and a lolling, brazen necromancer boy. ]

Lucy! [ He declares this eagerly. He hasn't been listening beyond the fact of her attention on him. ] Can't you relax even a little? What is Lockwood going to think about all those wrinkles you give yourself? Hmmmm?

[ Oh boy, he's starting in early with the Lockwood digs. ]

Besides, I was only looking for you. You can't really do a thing without me, we both know that.