"Seems no one has time for a bit of entertainment these days. Unfortunately, we don't make the rules here, thus your demands are futile." He rolled a wrist idly, countenance a bit placid and aloof with what could be interpreted as frustration, an expression fabricated for the sake of the conversation.

"Rest assured, mate. If I wanted your name, I'd get it. These walls have ears. But, I'll be so kind as to cut out the middle man for you this time, and inform you that my name is Emlen." For once, Luxord gave his opponent clues as to precisely what his cryptic statement mean, though it'd take the use of process of elimination.

He chuckled at Zexion's haughtiness. Perhaps their new guest had pushed a bit too hard with the Schemer--to ever get even a half answer from him, one had to take the most tedious and indirect route. "Come now, surely, our masked marauder could make quite a bit of use of any information either of us could contribute. Of course, that would require you be a bit direct for once." Why yes, Luxord did just insult Vanitas, but could anyone prove it? No.~