Emile burst into the room with his usual fanfare, "HELLOOO My friends~" he said with his arms waving in a grandiose gesture. The Frenchman walked lazily through the room up to Abelinda.
"Ah, Levi, you get more beautiful every day. Someday You might even surpass me! Although, I find that unlikely, I hope it happens." He lyrically spoke to the Naga, and towards the end ran a hand along the back of her jawline to her chin. Retreating back slightly and turning on his heel he bowed deeply to the Primera, "mon seigneur, I see that I am on time." He was actually probably quite late, for all he knew. Alas, when the world revolves around oneself, that fact is quite lost on him. "Where are the others? ARE there others? I tend to forget." The tricera pulled out his pocket watch and scratched his chin.