[There's a moment where the guard is obviously deciding whether to pursue things further, but he has a lot to do and it's going to be someone's hide if the Chosen isn't found very soon. The guard would prefer that hide not to be his.]

Yes. Report to the nearest of us on duty. And -- [A beat.] -- be careful, half-elf. Remember your place.

[Then he's gone. Zelos counts out ten seconds just to make sure, then crawls out from under the table. He straightens up, scoots forward, crosses his legs, and puts his chin in his hands.]

You don't act like a half-elf.

[Coming from Zelos, it's not an accusation. He sounds dubious, but also curious, and there's definitely an implied question in there.]