Guzma wasn't very approachable. He knew that. He wasn't trying to be. He had his crew, his Pokémon, and himself. That was all he needed.

You were someone who'd waltzed into his life and stuck like a burr. He honestly hadn't known what to think of you at first; you acted like you liked being around him, and it made him suspicious. No one liked being around him.

...Turns out, you were indeed genuine. Which was stupid, in his eyes, but he didn't say that.

...It also turned out that his Pokémon absolutely loved you.

And, maybe even more surprisingly so, you loved them.

The first time he'd noticed had been with his Masquerain. He'd flown over to you, buzzing and squeaking at you, and you had laughed, reaching up to pet the excited bug-type happily.

People didn't do that. They thought his bugs were creepy.

But not you. You actually seemed to find them...cute. Which he didn't get at all, but hey, any love for his favourite bugs was welcome.

The craziest example of you fawning over his bugs was when he'd found you practically cuddling with his Golisopod.

His Golisopod.

...Which was where he found you now; snuggling up against his ace's carapace, talking to the hulking bug-type like it was a Meowth. Using the baby voice and everything.

"...Don't be doin' that too much, he's gonna start expectin' it from everyone."