"That's up to you, honey." Del sat atop her resting Altaria, legs crossed and focused on her nails.

Arceus, they needed a fresh coat of color. Maybe she'd go with a darker shade this time. Something to match how she'd been feeling lately. A deep red perhaps?

She glanced up, "I won't be helping to capture them. Best to think of me as a cheerleader." red lips spread, a smile lacking emotion on display.

"Go team." the worst cheerleader in the world.

A casual wave of her hand dismissed the man from her presence.

"Now hurry up so I can leave."

She scoffed, "Unfortunately, I can't trust you to do that." frankly, Del couldn't trust anyone in this organization. They were all liars and cheats, masquerading as noblemen. But they were useful and that's what mattered in the long-run.

The color suggestion brought her eyes up from her nails. A finely trimmed eyebrow arched. "What could you possibly know about nail polish?" the critical gaze reserved for Melody Miro fell upon him. He didn't look the type to be into something so feminine.

"Have you now?" what a hashtag subtle brag. Madeleine lowered her arms, resting them on her thighs. She shifted on her cotton throne. The Pokemon beneath her rustled uncomfortable but Del paid it little mind.

"It's awful tacky and rude to make assumptions about others, honey." not that he was wrong. One could have used both words to describe Madeleine, amongst a long list of others.

"Look out." she warned dryly as a Pikachu Volt Tackled toward him.