"Especially since his favorite's apparently been here for centuries." He won't. He really won't. Not after said adviser's Moogle friend showed just how over-eager to help. His back is still sore from that. This is what happens when Gladio isn't around, apparently.

Still, he nodded. More than willing to accept either of their help. "Thanks," he expressed sincerely. Even though he knew already that they would, it was still good to hear. A wry smirk crossing his lips at the Marshal's sarcasm. "May as well. Will make it easier to find our way back."