The Digimon's clawed fingers turned up, wiggling for some strange reason, as though they were playing something like a piano.
	"[color=a2d39c]For you,[/color]" the Digimon replied, pointing to the small red slime Digimon, "[color=a2d39c]There can be no sanctuary. Not with that mark you bear,[/color]" his tone exhibiting a childish mocking, if not a hint of knowing something behind his words.
	He then rotated in the air, facing the boy in the large coat with the white hair, upon whose neck a Zurumon roosted.
	"[color=a2d39c]It is not the question of toddlers, only this one,[/color]" he retorted, before laughing as one laughs when hearing something wholly ignorant, and finding it amusing, "[color=a2d39c]It is best for those not to question that which they do not know, until the time is right. And for you, that's me.[/color]"

	"[color=ed145b]So,[/color]" she began, taking a moment to clear her throat, the unease still in her voice as she ignored some of those around her, focusing on the matter at hand, "[color=ed145b]What... [i]exactly[/i], do you want from us?[/color]"

	"[color=a2d39c]Me? Oh, nothing,[/color]" Dracmon retorted.