He considered for a moment, a finger tapping on his racing helmet as he stared at and through Aoba, doubtless visualizing the man talking to the queen, his name coming up in conversation. Being dismissed or unrecognized. He sighed and smiled, shrugging with a shake of his head.

"Nah, you're supposed to talk about yourself and your adventures and all with her, I'm sure. Plus, a real man speaks for himself! I need no introduction!" the Warlock laughed loudly, striking a pose. In reality, he didn't want Aoba going in and finding out the Sovs didn't know him from any other Guardian. Unless they had restraining orders.

"You want to see her while Declan is out or wait til he's back?"