Sorren quietly listened to each person’s words, saying nothing. For the image of attentiveness he was, Meloetta was the opposite. She lay back on the table with her eyes closed and hummed a tune to herself, paying absolutely no attention whatsoever to anything anyone said. She quieted her tune for the princess only, humming underneath the words of anyone else who spoke.
He had seen the darkness already, and he had planned on investigating it regardless. When the princess closed the short meeting, Chau walked over to Sorren. Technically he was Sorren’s immediate superior, technically. Sorren would listen to him though, and that was enough. More than could be said of most.
“Since Princess Zokura has given you the choice of a partner, I’ll leave it at that. Pick now if you want to take Gengar with you though. It can take a while to get used to its presence.”
Sorren really didn’t want anyone else with him. Besides Meloetta, others only got in the way. And he didn’t like drawing his sword with someone else watching. But if he really needed to, Gengar wouldn’t be the worst choice. “Very well, Gengar is an excellent choice.” Sorren calmly stood up from his seat, Meloetta flipping upright and then onto his shoulder. “Though I have to know one thing first.” The guard turned to the floating ghost and asked it directly, “If you are in my shadow, what will happen when Meloetta sings?”
Meloetta cocked her head to the side. “Don’t ask stupid questions Sorren,” she retoreted, “he’ll dance of course!” The little muse cracked up at her own cleverness. Sorren sighed and tipped his body to one side; causing her to fall off his shoulder. He ended up regretting it though, because she stopped herself from falling by grabbing onto his hair.
“Ow, that’s attached you know,” he complained as he rubbed his head and his partner retook her seat next to his head.
“Really, because the handful I have right here says otherwise.”
The two of them could be at it for a while, but this time Sorren ended it by turning back to Chau and his Gengar. “The question stands. Ignore my partner; I think she might have raided the wine cellar before breakfast this morning.”
Meloetta put on a completely straight face and slapped Sorren on the back of the head. “Hey, no joking about what I do. Besides, I know a certain Gardevoir that…” Whatever she was about to say went unsaid as she rolled backwards off Sorren’s shoulder and turned invisible. She was just too much to deal with, even for herself.