"Not now, obviously, Minfilia. Do you not trust me?" He sighs, closing his eyes. "I want to ensure that you are cared for, of course, and with father in failing health and Marcus... Well. That's a question for a few years down the road, hm? In the meantime... we'll have to care for each other. Won't we?"

Kuja breaks character, then. "Yes, I think that's enough to be getting on with. Thoughts?"