If the child had any inkling of what exactly invaded his guardian's thoughts, there would have been no doubt in his mind that he would've requested Gabranth to bend over before promptly punching him in the face. Alas, Larsa had not been graced with the gift of telepathy, and so he stood there ever so oblivious.

At Celes's request the young lord found himself shaking his head, glancing over at said woman once more and offered another smile. "I've no qualms about Lady Mion joining."