"As you wish. My name is Jeeves." It wasn't an imposition considering the boy was neither royalty nor gentleman of standing. The valet followed after, Descartes swooping ahead with Bouncer to clear the way for them. "I wish our meeting had been under more favorable circumstances, though battle is a most excellent opportunity to observe a certain strength of character." He offered Roxas about as genial a glance as he ever gave while they moved forward. The boy's magic did impress, even if his sense left something to be desired, and it would behoove Jeeves to form some kind of alliance with someone who was clearly battle-capable.

They made it to the lot without any incident, and Jeeves began looking for a wooden bat. "What form does the bat take?" he asked Roxas. "I am most accustomed to the varieties for cricket and American baseball."