Zexion stopped as he felt the yank on his hood, turning partially to give the knight a bland look. Anything else might be considered provocation and he was in no condition for another fight right now, no matter how short it might be.

"I haven't seen either of those two in some time. In fact, I had no idea you were even here until I saw you." He's too exhausted right now to even begin making heads or tails of the scents he's being bombarded with since he's arrived here.

Is a temporary truce too much to ask for? He thinks it might be, though he is tempted to ask for one regardless if things look like they're headed toward violence.