"Oui, I know you. We haven't talked as much as I would like, but you're often occupied with the dealings of your older sisters, so no worries there."

Because they were the older ones, he had been surprised to find out, considering their appearances. They were the other reason Napoleon hadn't approached Medusa to chat in Chaldea...

Cause, well. Look. They were supposedly the 'Idol' Goddesses, supposed to match man's ideal of beauty, and lord knows he knows all about People's Ideals, but those two were muuuch closer to Blackbeard's idea of 'Beauty' than his. And with that in mind, he really didn't want to be on the end of one of their charm spells. Egh.

But that was not the point of this. The point was getting this iteration of his fellow servant to her apartment.

"May I take your hand?" Would be easier to guide her that way, and hey, they did need to touch to keep themselves safe now, right?