[Trips to the mailbox were always a pain because it meant crossing the street and struggling with the wonky, bent keyhole Zelos had been left with upon moving in. He's fighting with it as Baroona approaches.]

Oh, come on! How hard can it be to open this flimsy thing?!

[He pauses once his noise is interrupted by the sound of gentle footsteps beside him. Still in a pose half-strangling the mailbox, he gives the shirtless man a once over.]

Are you seriously coming to get the mail without a shirt on? [He didn't get the memo that this was socially acceptable now...]