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Angel spat out his vodka as Cerulean managed to land an attack on Mia - not just any attack, but one that drew blood. "Hoo! That was something. You guys saw that, right?" He eyed his two bystander teammates, though Bushi looked much too absorbed in the battle to even hear the harpy.

Once Mia began her transformation, Angel chugged down the remainder of his vodka like it was popcorn. Seeing as he had fought alongside Mia for sometime, he was well aware of her ability to control her transformation. Watching Cerulean mildly panic (and Bushi nearly wetting himself at wanting to intervene) was more so comedic to him than anything. The harpy let out a hearty laugh, right as Mia ended the skirmish with a congratulatory pat on the back.

As Bushi congratulated the siren, Angel approached Mia, smiling coolly with a thumbs up. "Mia, you're good, right?" Naturally he was inclined to offer assistance whenever a teammate was hurt, as he had a rather unconventional means of 'healing' injuries. But Mia's own ability covered rejuvenation, so his question was more so out of habit than anything. "That was some spar. I think we found ourselves a winner here."

Angel listened in as Cerulean rejoiced, almost stuttering in his response to the kami. The moment the siren ended his response, Angel patted him on the back, rather roughly. "A prince who wants to help more than his own hide, [i]and[/i] can put up a fight? Hah! The royals back at home could learn a thing or two from you." He beamed at the siren, as if he were a proud older brother. "Glad to have you on the team, new kid."