Indeed, Xelloss proved Seishirou's point about tagging along with the groups would have been good ground work. Up until last night Seishirou had not seen any point in making that much effort. Now, this nightly Hell was beginning to irritate him enough that it would be worth the work to try breaking the riddle.

"Club of Saint Francis?" he asked with a soft chuckle. The Orders of Friar's Minor? The thought of pious monks within Landel's amused him more than it should have, and he found himself continuing without waiting for a reply. "It seems magic is rather common among patients. Or rather more common than what I'm used to. There seems to be very loose pattern in the likes of people who end up here."

It had been just an idle thought and he disregarded it easily, moving on with the topic at hand. "I'll talk with him first, and see what he has to say to the suggestion. It's possible he'll outright refuse too. His reaction will determine in great lenght how well he'd do in such a position. If it seems his attitude is lacking in some way, I won't suggest anything further, and we'll find more suitable person in that case."

He could have told the truth about why the refusal could be expected, but chose not to. Revealing too much without knowing whether or not the plan would work was just outright stupid. He wouldn't hand out his one weakness to Xelloss willingly. However, this seemed so easy it felt slightly unreal. Xelloss was perfect partner in crime and Seishirou couldn't have wished for better landing ground for his plans.

Not to mention that Xelloss was delightful companion.

"I'm touched that you trust my judgment, however. Makes me feel special." His smirk grew into a pale grin as he spoke.