[Miror glances furiously at Hilda for having the audacity to interrupt his carefully constructed attempt at negotiation. He'd been so close, too! He could tell that N had been just about to call them off. Damn girl. As Hilda goes on to suggest the battle, Miror returns to watching N, noting, with some amusement, that the two meddling heroes don't seem to be entirely on the same wavelength.]

Oh, that's cute; I win the battle and N has to give me his Pokemon? How nice of you to offer them up for him! [He isn't sure what to make of this new situation. Offering to battle is the usual way of things, sure; especially among nosy little do-gooders like these. He immediately decides to call bluff on their Claydol threat: N has already made it clear that he wouldn't let that come to pass, if only for the Ditto's sake. But N agreeing to a situation where he might lose his Pokemon? That doesn't hold up. N has been nothing if not consistent. What is their angle?

Anyway, agreeing to a battle would probably get Darmanitan and Sigilyph off his back...] Fine, if that's really how you want to settle this. How shall we battle, then? You got a free hit on one of my Pokemon, earlier, you know -- hardly fair and square. [All this thinking and negotiating -- Miror doesn't notice Paprika's attempt to get at the pocket containing her Pokeballs.]