[ A smirk plays on Sleipnir's lip at the thought of Bahamut making it his duty to entertain him... It is not an awful thought, especially as he is now. Far more enticing as a man than the dragon he and His Majesty trade blows with. Idly he wonders how good he is with his polearm.

However, it seems the warden of light is all business and no play as Sleipnir glances up from his ministrations to lock eyes once more. ]

I have buried nothing, Your Highness, and I have spoken rather plainly. [ Sleipnir brings the pool cue to his lips and lightly blows the excess chalk dust off. ] Play with me this game of Billiards. I have heard you are good in the way of handling balls and sticks.

Do so and I shall make it worthy of your time.