The brothers are in front of a mirror, competing over who has the best body.

Luthias: flexing his pecs “It’s obviously me. I mean, just look at these~”

Lazareth: rolling his eyes “Yeah, yeah, but my waistline is sharper than yours.”

Luciel: smirking “You two are obsessed with yourselves. Meanwhile, I—”

Luthias & Lazareth: in unison “—have the perfect balance of both.”

Luciel: crossing arms “...Fine. But I have the best ass.”

Luthias: offended “EXCUSE ME~?!"

Lazareth: eyeing him “Huh. He might actually be right.”