"You're lucky you're on my good side, cupcake, because any other way and you would be dead. A second time. Permanently."

It was almost funny - in a sad way, not a ha-ha way - that this pretty much happened every time they went somewhere different. Marluxia remained pretty much unamused. For the moment.

"I could as easily throw you off. I'm trying to be nice." Sarcasm? Never.