That was the pot calling the kettle black. He canted his head to the side and wondered exactly what this girl wanted. The question forced a sadistic grin to his face and a scoff. "Not likely."

Mogamut returned though his flight was a little on the wobbly side given that he had been tumbling through the air at such a dizzying rate of speed that no matter what direction he was facing, he wasn't too sure how he wound up inside a basket of fruit. The moogle thought to interject something but stopped himself. He could barely recall the reason why Caius had sent him flying in the first place until he remember that it was his manner of speaking that irritated his so-called hero.

One thing was certain, Caius was a lot faster than the moogle had anticipated.