Cobra had never turned around faster in his life.

Midnight hadn't moved from his initial position lying down, but one eye was cracked open to stare right at him. "So?" he asked again.

It would be dangerous to assume what Midnight was talking about, "that", and simultaneously it was difficult to get a read on his soul. Midnight possessed the annoying ability (thanks in part to Brain and in part his own magic) to misdirect Cobra when need be. Luckily he had an ace up his sleeve. "Doing what exactly? I don't remember any of us having plans this week. Besides the usual Jellal annoyances."

Unfortunately, even ace's backfire, as Midnight did nothing but grin at this statement, the kind of grin that Cobra knew all too well and that made a chill go down his spine.

"What exactly? I mean whatever that fairy barmaid roped you into doing, of course."