[ The familiarity of Mordred's voice isn't clicking just yet. Unhelpfully, Dark simply thinks his attacker just a feisty, attractive little lass. He's yet to notice just how similar two's faces are (wow, they could be sisters!) and simply lets himself be kicked in the shin, leg unmoving but bruising beneath impact regardless. He does not put Gray down despite the physical assault, and one of his eyebrows quirks higher than the other while trying to understand Mordred's actions— ]

It's fine, we're friends and she's used to it by now. Right, Gray?

[ Dark gives Gray a playful bounce before settling her neatly on his hip. ]

What, you wanna be held too or something? I've got room for you on my other side.