Still watching the trail, he startled and turned to look at Oliver sheepishly. "Y-Yes, of course." Elektra meowed at Saga and lifted up to pat him. The Saint blinked and kneeled before her, petting and smiling at the cat with a tender smile.

"He isn't." His brother was such a mystery. Even after not seen each other for more than thirteen years, Saga didn't know what his twin was thinking most of the time. "He is mean most of the time, but when not..." A slight frown and distant look "... I guess I'm not used to it yet."