I should be telling you that.

<sub>[As if he'd change. Elliot Nightray was stubborn and almost impossible to persuade. If he firmly believed something, it'd stay that way. He wouldn't change, at least, not a lot. Not drastically and if anything, only for the better.

Dusting himself off and brushing sand out of his hair, hands found their way to his hips as he stared at Leo, a bit unsure of what to make of him. It was weird to see Leo without his glasses; even weirder were the clothes he was dressed in. They were rather fancy - expensive. Although Elliot had always made sure Leo was dressed well, he knew better than anyone Leo cared little for physical appearance.

Clearly, someone had given his servant a makeover.

Elliot's not really sure how to feel about that.]</sub>

There are a lot of things we're going to have to discuss, you know. _{[A fair warning.]} But not right now. _{[The last thing he wanted was to make his headache worse.]}

There's one thing I'm going to say though, so listen up! _{[A finger pointed its way toward Leo, pressing against his chest for good measure.]}

Glasses or not you're still Leo, got that? You're my servant and friend and that's that!

_{[He won't listen to anything otherwise.]}