"You would imagine something the least bit entertaining would transpire, would you not? Ah well," he gave a shrug and a vaguely disinterested look out the window. Luxord's own interest in the place was dying, as it were. He knew he needed to stay there, knew leaving would mean his death. It wasn't fair! He was staying, they should know he was staying; the least they could was make it less obnoxiously tedious.

But the other's words caused a grin to grow on the Gambler's face. "That would most definitely be fantastic," he replied, words almost echoing Ashton's, for some reason.