Hm, okay, that explains it a little, except it really doesn't. Still holding onto Sheena because he doesn't want to be responsible for a murder, Zelos raises an eyebrow in Lloyd's general direction, then down at Sheena when she starts explaining the rest. "What the hell is an elf, though?" he asks. "'Cause, like, the way you're explaining it it sounds like you're either a Flesh Eater or a Blade Eater equivalent. Probably the latter."

Alright, that's quite enough. Once his curiosity is satisfied and when he's probably sure that Sheena's not going to actually throw anyone off any mountains, Zelos smiles and lets go of his driver. Right away the little droplets of shame and 'oh god I did that' start falling at the pit of his core, and he evaporates them out of his mouth through a laugh, reaching over to take off his other glove, because putting on the other one when his hand is still sticky is a preventable disaster.

"Wellp!" he exclaims, shrugging. "Not like I care, but I guess night vision is the more useful end of the bargain." With the gloves off Zelos reaches over for another marshmallow, this time just warming it a little bit before eating it as is. Fuck getting dirtier, man. And eating with sticks sounds like a health hazard waiting to happen, even if he doesn't exactly have the same health issues a human would have, but-- "Guess we now know who's in charge of keeping watch tomorrow!"