[Zulius is enjoying himself. This might be Dante's birthday but he's having the best time right now. He's delighted to have some primo gossip to keep him watered while he's out of town. His smile is considerably smug as he examines his fingernails, glancing over at Dante tries to figure out how to handle this dropped directly on his lap. ]

Well~ After seeing that hug- which FYI is not a hug you give someone who is just your friend - I was curious. Nothing gets past me, Babe. I can smell tea a hundred miles away, it's a skill. [A beat.] Plus if I was gonna pick which one out of the three of you would fold like a wet paper tissue with minimal prodding, well- y'know.

[It was always gonna be Vash. He loves you, Vashtopher, but you have the softest, squishiest insides and are a chronic people-pleaser. ]

So~ How's that going? [And because Dante is his friend, too:] You happy?