When Tailmon learned that neither Vamdemon nor Phantomon needed her that night, Wizarmon suggested that they find a tree and sit in it, doing guard duty. Tailmon agreed, realizing that it was better than those stupid Bakemon messing up the responsibility.
Once they were settled in a nice solid branch, Wizarmon turned slightly and winked. "How are you feeling?" He asked, smirking mischievously behind his collar.
"Huh?" Caught off guard by the suggestive tone, Tailmon appeared shocked. "What are you doing?!" She hissed, recovering her composure. "Do you want Phantomon to put his scythe through our heads?!"
A chuckle was her only answer at first. "No, I am genuinely concerned about you," the mage Digimon replied.
"Then what are you-"
"You need to relax more, Tailmon. I'm trying to lighten the mood by making you happier," Wizarmon explained, sensing with his mind-reading abilities that something was bothering her.
"You… what?" Tailmon stammered, feeling exposed to his powers. "Are you a mind reader?"
"Yes," Wizarmon saw no point in hiding the truth. "But I can do much more than that. Watch."
He pulled off his hat and stuck a gloved hand inside. Pulling it out, he brought out a dove and presented it to Tailmon as a present. She gasped in surprise and slowly accepted it. Reaching into his hat again, he pulled out a red rose, raised it to the sky in thanks and offered it to the feline. Tailmon was speechless.
"You're a magician, too?" She spoke at length.
Wizarmon nodded. "One of my many skills," he admitted, smiling with his eyes.
Truth be told, he was ready to start a relationship with Tailmon.
Wizarmon knew it would be a long road, with many guarded secrets and emotional walls coming between them at times. But with the beginning he'd crafted with his flirting, the elf was sure the relationship would remain solid for many years. It would be their perfect paradise.
In the distance, Phantomon watched the pair from the shadows, displeased. He didn't approve of their flirting. The two were soldiers in the Master's army, not some love-struck newbies on their first mission. The spectre debated on whether he would inform Vamdemon or not and decided not to. He wanted to keep an eye on them himself.