Look at that! Zelos only asked the owner of the Midnight Hotel about bartending on a whim, and he's already making a full career out of it. The suggestion perks him up. "Jackie, huh?" he says, head tipped. "Let me think about it." He's fast losing track of who's a Foreigner and who isn't, but more and more he's realising it doesn't matter. As long as he's earning money and having fun, he doesn't care who's actually giving him the money.

"What are you talking about?" Zelos looks at Pepper, bemused. "Of course I'm not just a flirt. I'm a bartender, and I'm a gentleman. I'm extremely pretty. I'm not too shabby with a sword, either, if I do say so myself." He smiles brilliantly, then sobers. "What brought this up?"