In truth, the tapping had not been out of spite. While Luxord was known to go out of his way to make existence as miserable as possible for certain members, that time was actually unintentional. He was personally fond of repetition - he found that knowing exactly what was going to happen, and the fact that it would continue again and again, to be quite comforting, much like time's constant movement.

However, he would not stand for being told what to do by someone so… diminutive. The whistling that followed once Zexion thought he could order him around was for spite. And as for the needles? Ugh. They would not be spoken of.

He was again contemplating kicking Number Six in the face when someone else decided to "grace" the area. Damn. This meant someone had to clean the flower petals he just knew Marluxia would bring with him.

"You know ants fascinate me, 'Luxia. Always such devoted little workers, persistent and tireless. Makes me want a magnifying glass so I can observe how committed they really are."