Ted's heart melted for Red. "You precious creature. Ah, but you cannot get praise and instruction at once, can you? 'Holy, holy, ho-eh!'" Ted's voice caught as Sanzo threatened his favorite pseudo-ghost. He swiveled his head around to the growling priest. "Excuse me? What's he doing this time?" Might as well check again. It's not like this would be the first time Gengar misbehaved. Or the seventieth. Naturally, Gengar was quicker on the draw, reverting his features so something rosy.

Ted was quiet for a few moments. "...you mean to tell me you'd kill something for being merely cheery? If that's so, I should wonder why these birds still breathe. Sanzo, as hard as this may be to believe, that's the countenance nature bestowed upon him. That's how he always looks. Well, with exception to the blushing, that's rare. He's simply a very happy beast. Why would you begrudge him that?" The purple ghost added his two cents. "Gengar... (Yeah ya big meany.)"