Demyx stared at him from under his hood, Axel could probably hear him panting in exertion. "Enslaved djinni. Got it." Demyx offered in a clipped, cheerful tone.

It wouldn't be like him if he paid too close attention, although he listened to every word that came from Axel's lips. Appearances needed to be maintained, after all.

"Anything about a fan? It's so hot." He whined.