Amor's suit wasn't entirely normal, at least not the way one would take it off. It seemed like it was one entire solid piece, of some material that was a mix between kevlar, and titanium plating. So when she took his hand, his voice would vanish, and she would hear something akin to murmuring from within the helmet.

"Jarvis, undress me." He gave the order to the Porygon-Z that had downloaded itself into the suits computer.

"Of course, right away." A blue tinge of light would surround the disguised mans form, as the suit came undone in pieces, and folded upon almost like origami. The helmet was the last thing that came off, and then it simply floated off behind him, being held up by Jarvis's power.

It was as he had warned her, he was truly only in his underwear, but he trusted she could keep to her word from earlier. A long silvery mane flowed behind him. Amor wasn't particularly happy that he hadn't thought to bring spare clothes to change into, as the ugliness of his body was on full display for what was mostly a stranger. On his right thigh what little was visible were what appeared to be large fang marks, from a bite from something with a powerful jaw. Along his right between his ribs were scars from someone trying to stab him, but those were the only notable ones. Those scars were old though as they were more faded than the next few.

Across his torso was a large cut that ran diagonal from a large blade of some kind. Though the most interesting bit would be numerous smaller scars that were like pink stripes across his entire body. Like hundreds of razor blades had forced themselves through his skin from the inside exploding outward, and leaving these in their wake.

"Obviously this goes without saying, not to tell anyone else. I'm a sucker for pretty eyes, so you're an exception." His tone was jovial, and easy going as it normally would be, as he teased her like he would an old friend.

"You will have to forgive the state of my skin. Having a God try to sunder my body was a bit of a wrench in my plans for life." Keeping himself facing forward. "The mystery isn't all that exciting, but voila"

Elisabeth Fiorelli

"You mean how it works everywhere?" Of course he knew that already, results got you what you wanted. It was how things worked in business, and the real world. "Well perhaps with more theatrics you guys all wouldn't look so....Bleh? Is that a word?" He shrugged it didn't really matter as she brought up the second point of his arrival. "Ah, this is something I already have. Well mostly, the Data is spotty depending on the people, mainly because I haven't gotten to battle them all myself yet, but there is at least one person I think everyone needs to be aware of." And for the first time in this conversation his carefree attitude vanished.

Retrieving his Holowatch from the wrist of his suit, careful to not reveal his back to her for one reason or another. He was suddenly all business as he pulled up the most public picture of Raziel Beckett .

"I believe this man to be the highest threat the League possesses. While Katherine Fairburne may possess the dragon from my homeland, I think his abilities outpace her on both a technical, and destructive level. I am not sure as to what intel Rocket already as on him, but having faced himself my on Mt. Pyre, I can attest to how dangerous he is. In a prolonged fight of any kind, you will simply lose. He has the ability to generate a field that can discern spoken lies, and if you lie within it, exploding fireballs will hunt you down. These fireballs seemingly have no end to their range, so it is until they hit something." He still remembered how painful it was when he got struck by them.

"Not to mention he has the ability to detonate them to give himself a form of pseudo flight, and then there is the burns they can inflict on you. I believe he is problematic for whatever future endeavors we decide to take on, and we need to develop some counter measures for him specifically." Of course he had a few ideas on that front.

"Other less problematic people would be the ones who wield the Swords of Justice Pokemon. All of which belong to the League at this moment. While they don't seem to have Avatar abilities imparted on them yet, they are still going to be a nuisance." Though most people would know about who had those particular so he didn't go into much detail about them.

"You already know of MATIAS SILPH , the last person I am wary of is John Sullivan . During the Hoenn Star Tournament he was seemingly chosen by one of the Four Alolan Island Guardians. His abilities are unknown as of now, but if I have the chance I will gather intel on him, and any powers he may possess." Those were the top contenders that he knew of as of this moment.

"These files were of course mostly made before the raids on the cities. So whatever happened during, or after isn't included as I don't know." As he spoke he made sure to concisely explain all that he could to her, and at the end he waited for any questions, or remarks she had.

There were a million questions he could ask, but he'd talked enough for one day. So he stepped back into his suit which folded back over him, and when he was back to his fully suited up status.

"That's it. See you around Ms. Fiorelli." Was all he stated before he saw himself out, so she could tend to her crystalblooms once more. Those were interesting to him as well, but he would ask about them at a later date. Perhaps in a more formal setting, for now he had gotten his answers to a few questions, and perhaps helped out Rocket whatever little he could. Twas a busy day, but at the very least it wasn't going to be boring for him from here on out.