"Man!" he loudly declared. Two of the three men turned their heads at him. Mest almost did, but caught himself and looked away just in time. "I'm glad everything wrapped up nicely. I should have that report done very soon."
"That's…good Cobra," Jellal replied.
"Yep! And you know what I'm most grateful for? The fact that I had my good friend Macbeth here helping me out!" He smiled at the man, who looked like he wanted to crawl out of his skin at the description. "Boy, it would have been much harder if he wasn't here! Glad to know he's always got my back."
"…Uh huh," Macbeth said. His eyes betrayed wariness at the continued positive comments, but Cobra doubted he could tell exactly where he was going with all this.
"Seriously! You told me yourself that your opponent was a bad match-up to your magic, but you still won despite the circumstances, and it helped the rest of us avoid a potentially fatal opponent. I think that proves that, even in your ripe old age, you've still got it.
At this Macbeth rolled his eyes, yet he also visibly relaxed…all according to plan. "In fact," Cobra continued, "I think the other person more helpful today would have to be your girlfriend."
Three men froze. Mest even stared at him. Like in the eye. Macbeth's body twitched in various places like he'd been shocked, and in a way…he had. His mind was also a swirling mess of different emotions. Embarrassment mixed with fear and added in a dash of horror. Cobra gleefully enjoyed all the above from his…good friend.
"Who…what are you talking about Cobra?" Jellal asked.
"Huh?" he replied in his best oh, sorry? voice. "Don't tell me you didn't see her! She's right over there." He pointed…right in Mirajane's direction.