[Looks like time will tell. Zelos nods and turns, waving her after him. It's a trip to a more...jazzier part of town. The houses are nice, but their garishness lacks the respectability of the abodes of nobles. The upswinging tunes I turned 70 just typing that and half dressed revelers celebrating victory over Noir aren't exactly helping. Regardless Zelos leads the way into an house with all the confidence they're supposed to be there.

Once inside he grabs a glass of wine and passes it over to Arturia.]

You brought your weapon, right?!


[It's kind of hard to hear over the music and loud sounds of promiscuity but... This question does not exactly jive with everything else, oops.]