Matias looked back as he tried to keep Lady Midnight from hitting her head on the desk. 

"Easy," he said, his arms pulling against her weight. "[i]Mira[/i], let's sit you down..."

Which he did. It didn't seem to improve Midnight's condition, though. He tried to get a good view of whatever the affliction was, but, yet again...

"Huh? Uh..."

He looked again.

"On her chest, just under the–"

 He paused for a moment, at least five seconds. His head raised, and he turned towards Dante with a wide-eyed expression.

"Oh come on. Cut the crap. There's no way."