It's true, Axel stands out in a crowd. It's a wonder he turned out to be so good at being a spy and assassin, really. He hears Sora's voice and lifts his head, and is kind of baffled all over again by how happy the kid seems to see him. It really does seem as though Sora's rushing to meet an old friend or something, and that kind of blows Axel's mind. Sora's a happy kid, that's easy enough to tell within three seconds of meeting him, but he never would have expected that look of pure, unadulterated glee to be directed toward him.

"Ah... yo," he says casually, a little haltingly, lifting a hand from the back of the chair to wave. "It's been a while." He's still confused as to why Sora even remembers him, let alone fondly, but it's like the kid said: they've apparently got a lot to talk about. He doesn't bother correcting him that it's Axel, not Lea, because frankly the fact that Sora knows his human name at all tells him there's a lot more to this story than he's got any real inkling, and he'd rather not get sidetracked before he gets the information. "You hungry?" he asks, friendly enough. "Or do you wanna just get right down to this... important conversation."