He better be. Flushing at the new nickname, he frowned pouted up at Zack.

"I'm not singing," shaking his head, he pushed at the glass of whatever non-alcoholic he'd gotten - he couldn't remember the name anymore, but it was pretty tasty, actually, "and what's the chocobo thing good enough for you?"

He didn't even like that but being 'demoted' further when he was as old as he'd always been (to him, at least)... well, that was just rude.