The redhead gave a sheepish smile to Guy's moogle, before watching her fly off.

He gave a light laugh, and then folded his arms behind his head, careful not to knock Ion off his shoulder. Not that the moogle wouldn't be able to fly to catch himself, but still. Speaking of, the little moogle seemed content, as always, to be on that spot as Luke walked into the room.

He paused not far behind Guy, leaning to listen to the conversation intently. So, apparently...this moogle was working with a person who didn't understand the concept of sleep. A faintly wry smile appeared, but then he heard the rest of it. Pervert? Thanatos? Death?

...Okay, yeah, he was just going to focus on the bit that he did understand, "Uh...Need some...help?"