It took a great deal less time than he'd thought for the two of them to calm down after such a storm, even if that meant it was already well into the night.

As per common practice, Kyoya took a glance at one of many clocktowers, reading ten twenty. The pair laid with their backs to one of the courtyard's walls, a brisk late-evening hymn of fervor and festivities singing odes to an age-old tradition of remembrance.

"You really put on a show back there..." The Seraph dismissed their silence. "It makes sense that it'd be you." Even in reference to him, she seemed to make sure that her words found no one soul in particular; she'd left the statement to echo into the night wherever it pleased.

"Here we go again with this... The hell's she on about?"

Kyoya couldn't fit pieces into the right slots of the puzzle. One thought gave rise to the next, and so on, eventually arriving at ideas so far from the original intention that he totally forgot where he'd started. "So, what's up from here? Ryder mentioned somebody, Alexa? No, Aria? Wait, not that, either-"

"Alexandria, nimrod."

"What's with the nickname?"

"It's literally Altaire's PRINCESS's name. Forgetting it's gonna net you a good talking to around here, and that's taking it lightly. Neo-Teleo gets your head on a stick outside the castle. I was just saving you the trouble, no need to thank me."

Lyric may as well have stuck her tongue out at him, that little tangent instilling both humor and annoyance within the Miscreant. He at least knew she meant no harm in it, though; if anything, he found it a bit endearing that she'd find so much enjoyment in playing around with him. That much may not have seemed like anything of a bounty on paper, but it spoke wavelengths to him, no doubt.

"I'll thank you anyway. Doubt I'd do too hot in a face-to-face with anybody in this place's big top..."

Even though he'd, mostly, succeeded in his encounters with new faces thus far, the thought of being cornered in any sort of engagement with someone so superior to himself offered a mixed bag of emotions. Guran knew better than anyone that formality was indeed far from a strong suit, and even if the old timer knew everything, it couldn't be said that any king or queen would see his lack of respect as any more than just that.

Lyric's expression softened at the notice of his admittance. She shifted a bit closer, enough that he began to worry for his personal space, only to be met with a light nudge on the shoulder from her fist.

"Have a little more faith in yourself. It'd be a real shame if the Glory ended up being the least confident out of everybody... They'll love you. Bet on it."

"The Glory, huh?" Kyoya raised a brow.

"I never said anything about hints. The sooner you put two and two together, the better. I just can't lay it out... It sounds dumb, believe me, I know. But unless you want another ultra-headache, my lips are sealed. Already slipped up once back at the street outside the archive, and inside at the mural, too."

She took a moment to pat his shoulder again. "It's not the most pleasant thing in the world, seeing somebody go through that. Especially not an ally."

"So that's what that whole thing was about..." The Miscreant reflected on his multiple requests for elaboration on this frequently eluded topic, now understanding that she chose to refuse not from anything wrong with him, but because of genuine concern. "...Sorry to have asked so much about it, then. If I knew-"

"If you knew, we'd already be halfway through this mess."

Lyric kicked back with hands behind her head. The girl's eyes were set to the moon, stars dancing once again to the serenade of joyous recollection. His experience with Reika the previous night taught him just how much he'd have to appreciate scenes like these, as it wasn't out of the question to assume that this, too, could be the last of its kind.

"Yeah..." He trailed off. "I still haven't been able to put anything to another, even from that 'Glory' thing you said, but I'll keep at it."

The Seraph yawned and followed with a stretch.

"Look, anybody who's spent more than a minute around me could tell I'm not the best at talking about how I feel," She began, "but the last thing I want you to do is blame yourself. Again, it's nearly impossible for you to have known about any of what's going on, anyway." An assertive front soon came about her.

It wasn't quite the tension she'd conjured prior to the Demon's appearance, but more akin to that of a schoolteacher's demanding her class to silence themselves. It wasn't harsh, nor hurtful; merely tough reinforcement.

"I-... I don't really know how to respond to that, but..."

"But what?"

"...I just can't wrap my head around why you're so set on keeping me around, even though we didn't even meet a full day ago. I'm sure there's all that you talked about, but is there any way you can clear at least a bit up? Without giving me a migraine, anyway."

"People usually get migraines from just hearing me babble, anyway... But, okay. I'll try."

Kyoya didn't notice that she agreed until listening to her response a couple times over. She'd become unusually... Submissive?

Sure, there was a tinge of reluctance, but her willingness to comply with terms seemed to reach its peak when the situation became tender enough.

It clicked quickly, though.

Even he suffered from such a weakness: they were both softies at heart.

That softness was briefly taken over by her trademark abrasive tone. "But promise me you'll try and remember while I'm talking! I don't want this to be for nothing, especially if it gets you hurt!"

"Alright. I promise." The boy agreed.

Lyric situated herself, then leaned back.

"Well, everything kicked off a really, really long while back..."