[Baroona breathes out a soft laugh, straightening himself and looking back to their food. Turning the spit.]

Is that so. [a pause. He takes a moment to lean closer to the fish to inspect their color before returning to his normal position, faking a thoughtful look at his own feet.] But my feet have been planted to the ground this whole time.

[Smirking, but not allowing Zelos the chance to see it.] Maybe the Great Zelos Wilder–[it sounds so mocking when he says it in that dry tone.]–is losing his charm.