"Xion...?" For a moment, disoriented, Kuja doesn't seem to know what she means. Then she falls silent, as her expression slowly shifts from sadness into anger.

"Why have you done this? I don't take kindly to jokes at my expense." She doesn't think of Xion's earlier comment about not making fun of her. She stretches out a hand. Light rises from her fingertips, settles into bright spheres above them. The effect is pretty, but decidedly not friendly.

"How do you know his face?"