[Well, so much for not startling him. The sound is sudden and loud enough in the quiet of the garden that Zelos whirls around quickly enough to send his hair flying a little, then relaxes just a fraction when sets his wide eyes on his new, unarmed companion. 'A fraction' being the keyword here: because try as he might, Zelos can't remember ever having seen the person that currently stands in front of him before, and that sets him a little on edge.

Surprise and vulnerability are very quickly hidden behind a smirk and a dangerous squint to his eyes, though. Zelos hums, goes to put the glove back on as he regards the man that stands before him with clear, open suspicion.] "Why, hello there, you. I'd thought this part of the gardens was empty this time of day." [He finishes with the glove and sets one hand on his hip, shoves part his hair over his shoulder with the other.] "What, you lost or somethin'?"