Luxord surprised himself with his own silence, blue eyes coasting to look at the other members with little to no interest. While they held his attention for a minute, nothing was more distracting than a sharp object at your throat, and even that held little significance to him.

The Superior, however, always held his full attention. The constant thought always lingered in the back of his mind that their leader could obliterate someone quicker than it could take Number Ten to come up with the correct time, which, by the way, only took a second.

Okay, a meeting was coming. That was easy enough to deal with. Larxene had also moved her dagger away from him, which made the atmosphere feel less like someone had hit someone else and they were still trying to talk. And, of course, the fact that she was basically scolded for being a psychotic wench made him smile with childish glee.

Maybe it was going to be an okay day after all.