"Well, for one, shouting at me isn't nice. Calling me names isn't nice. Treating me in a way that you don't want to be treated yourself isn't nice, unless I specifically ask you otherwise. So, let's use those as a basis, okay?" asks Leila calmly. "Let's start like this. I'll say things to you, and you consider the answer carefully before replying. Here we go: Sai, I just paid almost 200,000 pokédollars out of my own money to take you away from that store and possibly save you from a life with some horrible mon who might beat and rape you every day of your life. Is there anything you want to say to me?" She gently wraps one wing around Jon's body, holding him close to her, but loosely enough that he'd be able to slip away if that's what he wanted.<br/><br/>Ed glances up when the flash of differently-coloured flesh creeps into his vision, then quickly blushes and looks down again.<br/><br/>Clive chuckles. "It's... Warm and slimy. It's soaking my clothes!" he laughs. "But it's nice and soft, and I quite like it in here, if I'm honest."