"There is... one thing." Kuja sighs. "You realize, of course, that with Marcus gone and father in failing health, it falls to us to ensure the family does not fall to ruin. I know you are young, Minfilia... but you're an intelligent girl. I'm certain that, with your help, the Armond name will not be tarnished."

There's something... vaguely offputting, in the way he says that. A faint air of- not quite menace, but... purpose.