[ The sway of his hips is suggestive as he turns to face the warden of Light. Sleipnir holds the pool cue gripped in his right, but he taps and runs it along his left hand as he gives the princeling an up and down look over. ]

You would have me direct? That is rather forward of you.

[ He puts his palms flat on the pool table behind him, still holding the cue betwixt his thumb and forefinger, and pushes down to hop up to a seated position. Sleipnir is deliberately slow in how he crosses his legs. ]

I was simply asking if you wish to play a-round with me. [ He grasps the blue chalk block off the table and drops his gaze to watch as he slowly rubs the block over the tip of the cue. ] That is, unless you've lost your luster for your duty?