Truthfully, Greg had heard better. To expect excellence of a schoolgirl, though, was totally unfair of him, so rather than criticism he put up an appreciative smile. “Lovely, Aiko!” His praise was somewhat marred by his unintentional mispronunciation of her name: 'aye-ko'. Still, his countenance was genuine. “You've got the makings of a star! Though I enjoyed your performance, I'm not going to make you strain yourself for an encore.” Now that the miniature concert was done, if Greg remained here he would be forced to make small talk, and when his audience was anything more than private it was no easy -or interesting- feat. “Gotta get this food home to my folks. Take care of yourself, Aiko. You too, Kenji. Be seeing you.” With that, Greg made a rather abrupt departure.

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Ironclad turned his back and stalked off, clanking with every step. Overall, he was not unlike a walking armory, and his sudden departure characterized him with about as much hospitality as one. “Knock yourselves out. No, really; if you care to spar, I'm good for it any time.”

Seraph ignored him, pleased that her guests had decided to stick around after all. “Divine! What will it be, then? The mess hall? The lounge? A general tour?” She had her own opinions of these two, which she had so far kept to herself. This Crisis Sonata character seemed childish, preoccupied with teasing Sky Breaker. The latter, however, didn't abstain from jabbing back at her, indicating that there was more going between them than banter. She saw reflected in these two an earlier version of her own relationship with Ironclad; two egos entirely opposite, somehow connecting. Though normally one to dismiss cliches, particularly when it it came to relationships, Quicksilver Seraph supposed that perhaps opposites did attract, after all.