Garrot snorts air forcefully out his nose from Xaljim's sarcastic little remark and that pouty little stance. This monkey could really act like a moody child sometimes. So the Monkey Knight rolls his eyes just as theatrically at Xaljim.

"There's twelve of you and you've been talking. For all I know you have a magic Companions-and-Sxicq group chat!" Garrot chuckles at that, imagining Xaljim reacting to those internet memes that the Murta-kids send to the family group chat. He'd pay money to see that.

"If Sxicq isn't friendly with everyone..." He quirks an eyebrow and takes a moment to clear his throat of syrupy residue. Can't very well be coughing up sugar-mess mid-question. "Then who are your enemies?" His focus shifts right back to that hungry child, as if Xaljim was incapable of translating; this isn't a question he should be answering anyway.