[Something about her anger and grief doesn't sit right with Zelos, and it anchors whatever sharp replies he'd formulated down at the bottom of his throat. He refuses to step back when she leans in, but he clenches his hands into fists and then opens them, again and again as if to ground himself against her glare. He feels cold, suddenly. If she's acting, merely pretending to be worried and upset for any eavesdroppers that may linger... well, she's doing a damn good job at it. Zelos is almost inclined to believe her.

Almost.]

"I mean, it's kind of what I'm built for, right?" [he ends up saying as he vaguely gestures at his crystal, voice tense as he tests the waters. He gives her a tight grin. There's something off in the air between them, something he's not seeing. What does she know?] "Don't get me wrong, hon. It's super nice to be so highly regarded, but you really shouldn't be worrying about that," [he adds after a pause.] "You should be worrying about giving me your name."