...curse his love of clockwork. He wanted to say yes. He really did. He hadn't been around a clock in what felt like years, not counting that clockwork man he so desperately wished to steal. Why did Lamperouge have to tempt him? Did that mean he had one? Oh, that brat. If he knew any better, he would cease his stalling and hand it over right now.

No. No. Resist. He mentally chastised himself for almost giving in that easily.

Luxord stopped where he was, fingers idly running along the back of the bench as he spoke, but never looking back to Lelouch. "And what use would it be to me if I were murdered?"