All week, Paracelsus has done nothing but sulk and be bratty. His behavior changed ever since your battle a week ago, although you could hardly remember the details since you beat them into a pulp. They weren't worth remembering to you, but to Paracelsus, it clearly left an impression. Paracelsus's large, golden key head was slouched against a wall, the flaps on the side of his head drooping. His eyes glared to the floor, and he mutters words through the white sewen X's on his mouth.