That stretch of silence in the shower lasted far longer than X would have liked. He did, occasionally, turn his attention to Grell and doing as such lifted his spirits a bit (was it considered leering if they looked back?), but so long as he was trapped in that room with that steam and water irritating his burn, he was not alright. Needless to say, he was quick to leave the instant it seemed IX would say no more.

It appeared that Mr. Grants was not in the quarters at the moment, which was fine with Luxord. He took to slowly eating his dinner and planning the events for both the night and the next day in his head. To think, last night was such a fine experience! Now he was having to take care of an injured II, "Tim" was plotting his demise, dearest Brainiac was trying to place a wedge between him and Celes, Celes had every right to be suspicious of his actions, and Grell was... well, Grell was Grell and Luxord appreciated that. What a mess this was all becoming...