[The sharp surprise pops in their ether link and Zelos is filled with something that's kind of half pride, kind of half mischief, absolutely, a hundred percent smugness. He turns around after dismissing the sword, hands on his hips, and smirks. It's the kind of smirk that's usually telling that the person wearing it is laughing on the inside. It's the kind of smirk that falls into place perfectly when one is trying not to think about how everything sucks because something funny just happened and by god, you're going to take that distraction.]

"Why, thank you so much, honey. I am pretty neat," [Zelos laughs, bowing, knowing full well that he's full of shit but riding the waves of this ridiculousness for as long as he can. He straightens back up and speaks again before Sheena can get anything in.] "Now, before you get us killed because you don't know how to drive a blade," [he gestures towards Sheena with one hand,] "why don't you try it while we wait this out?"