Whether or not the latter was beguiling with the citizens of Paixao, the silent man would've appeared regardless. However, to appear bombastic was a sheet of subtle humiliation for the entire Organization. Yet he wasn't here to achieve a harange lecture towards Number Ten for his vacuous acts.

His time was pressed, even as the man coaxed his own element into action.

Journal still in hand, Saïx calmly removed his palm from Luxord's shoulder, setting it aside him without an ounce of noise to accompany it. The other pulled back slowly as to not disturb a single strand of blond hair tenuously, and both hands took the liberty of holding the small book at mid-chest level.

"How long have you been here, Number Ten?"

Saïx expected an answer back.