[ It has not been Sleipnir's intention to cause Bahamut to stalk off. Indeed, it comes as a surprise, one which has his eyebrows raising and a frown forming. Fuck. He has been looking forward to a game with someone who continues to dare stand against Odin's might. Does he run, now, because he doesn't think he can win? Surely not, Bahamut constantly takes the field when needed regardless of how the odds are stacked... Perhaps it is that, the need, which His Highness finds lacking. How annoying... It seems fighting Sleipnir himself is not worthy enough a task for Bahamut. It sticks under his skin and rankles. And he had said he'd make it worth his while too...

Fine. Sleipnir hops off the pool table and doesn't quite run, but hurries after Bahamut. ]

I said I would make it worth your time.

[ Once he matches pace with the man Sleipnir continues. ]

I find myself with an excess of Golden Saucer Points and I have already claimed my card. We could wager on a game of Billiards, you know the one with the balls- [ Here he holds up the pool cue. ] and sticks.