[Considering how they've distanced themselves ever-so-slightly from one another, Zelos figures it won't be too impolite to butt in now. And hey, even if it is, it can't be that much more impolite than the way he'd been staring at them, taking in every detail with an affectionate smile upon his face.
He takes a step toward Malba, resting a hand lightly on his upper arm.] Think you guys are more than even. You're a match made in heaven; perfectly fit for each other. Am I right~?