Kimblee shook his head a bit at that, though the smirk still hadn't quite left him. "Ah, I'm afraid I've spoiled them a bit too badly for that - if anything, I think they expect to be waited on. Although in all fairness, a few of them do seem determined to assist in their own ways." Such as the Gardevoir that insisted on Heal Pulsing him every thirty seconds and seemed to think that odd reassuring pats on the shoulder solved everything, even when there was no problem to be solved; he still had yet to figure out what that thing's problem was, exactly. Unless...

The thought led him to glance at Emmy's Kirlia for a brief moment, mild curiosity in his eyes. He was aware that Psychic-types read the thoughts of their trainers, but that particular line was known for being generally empathic; he had to wonder what it was they saw when they tried to read his emotions. He couldn't say he liked the possibilities very much; did they know -

But the moment passed quickly, and he returned his attention to Emmy, his expression placid as he joined her on the couch. "As for the makeup, you're flattering me; when it comes to your appearance, you certainly don't need my assistance - or any at all, to be blunt. But I'll see what I can do for you."