There was an unconvinced look on Lord El-Melloi II's face. As far as he was concerned, the power granted to him meant that the Heroic Spirit was still with him in some form. As much as the choice was on him, there was still some sense of duty to the man, a fact that truly was strange and annoying. Lord El-Melloi II only sighed into his coffee mug, feeling that to argue back was pointless. He couldn't articulate what he was feeling, so how could he demand someone else understand him.

But as for the other concern, well. Roman had answers. Almost reassuring ones, as it spoke only of physical state rather than mental. A teenage girl going through being Joan of Arc in a Grail War? As if being a teenager wasn't chaotic enough.

Snide comments aside, he nodded. "That is...that is reassuring information to have. Having it sooner would have been appreciated as well, but..." it hadn't come up. And Roman was always busy. Quietly, he took another bite of the lemon cake, chewing quietly.

"Can I just say, in a single word, fuck? I am aware it is hardly constructive."

That was how this entire situation felt right now. Just. Fuck.