The corners of his mouth curled into a subtle smile, and even Axle's typically low voice could produce something of a sincere jovial sound, in response to the laughs and giggles he got out of Nalia.<br/>"Weird? Nah." He shook his head, snickering softly. "I'll just tell people what I want, when I want it." He flashed her a little wink, before clearing his throat. "But right now, I'm just realizing how enjoyable it can be to take a break from always chasing down objectives, doing missions. Can't do that shit now that I'm dead. But maybe... that's not<i>all</i>bad."<br/><br/>The following moment, Freddie re-entered the bar and gave her another fright, causing Axle to stifle a chuckle as he didn't want to make Nalia feel laughed at. She was a little jumpy, though, wasn't she? Not that he minded. He turned on his stool to watch their interaction from the sidelines, content to let her fulfill the duties she'd taken on, though it seemed this was more than just a casual conversation. After she ranted and handed him a specially made drink which he took with him to the piano, Axle looked at her.<br/>"Guy sounds a little British," he commented dryly. "Air of importance about him. Is he the prime minister of England from your time or something? You seem to know him well."<br/><br/>He cast a glance back then as more people entered the bar, one of them he recognized easily. "Come to sing another duet with someone else you fancy, Galen?" he asked quickly with a grin. The other shook his head in response.<br/>"Er, no. This is mister, ah... Sephiroth. Am I pronouncing that right?" he asked quickly, turning to look up at the tall fellow. "I met him and his friend Freddie on the way up." The subtle smells of the man's exceptionally well-looked-after silver hair made the mage trail off a bit, distracting him.<br/>"Pleasure," Axle responded meanwhile quite neutrally, giving the male a simple nod from his stool though he did take in his appearance and accessory with some interest. "Big sword you got there."