"That's me!" Zelos says, saluting with two fingers to his forehead. You could probably see the sparkle coming out of his eye as he winks, buzzing excitement in his veins moving him. "The wonderful Zelos Wilder, at your service! I'm good with a sword and shield, but even better at both white and black magic. I'll protect you!"

Mylene promptly ignores her son and nods at Sheena instead, stepping aside with another small bow of her head. She does wait until Zelos is done talking before speaking, though. "Of course, Lady Sheena. I will arrange a room for you when you return." She says it with an undeniable sense of finality in her tone, but before she leaves she turns to her son one last time, eyebrows raised as if wordlessly saying 'we'll talk later.'

Zelos rolls his eyes at her. Geez, okay.

Without further ado Mylene turns around and walks back to the building, all ethereal grace in the warm colours of the sunset. Zelos waits until she's a few steps away before he addresses his summoner again, grinning brightly. "After you," he bows, one hand on his chest while gesturing to the streets with his free one. Then he catches Corrine's gaze as he raises back, and. "Uh." How does he say this? Like, what's the terminology? 'Put away?' No, that's super rude, isn't it? "You might wanna unsummon your Aeon, probably," he ends up saying.