[Zelos' face pales as that look of realization passes over Malba's. No... no, damn it, no. This is not supposed to happen!] I... want... you to....
[Abruptly, Zelos draws his arm to his face and stuffs his shirt sleeve in his mouth. He mumbles his answer around the cloth. 'Cause, after all, it's still an answer even if Malba can't hear it, right?]