They're moogles. ( midna chimed in, watching the scene play out and looking less-than-impressed. was this guy really supposed to be a hero? ) If you don't want to go with them, just put your foot down.

Hmph. ( the imp floated over, hands on her hips, glaring at the two fuzzy tethers that seemed to be leading jaune away. ) Didn't you hear? He doesn't want to go with you.

( there's a thousand-year-glare cast their way, just for good measure. )