You hated Balthus von Albrecht with a passion and anyone with half a brain could tell. Balthus, however. Clearly didn't have anything in that head of his. Because he had absolutely no clue that you hated him.

The most he could be good for was perhaps training, but even then, you couldn't find a real reason to actually give a damn about the man. And here he was again, approaching you.

"I was lookin' for you! Have you been avoiding me?" He asked. Clueless, completely clueless.