Heh, dunno about second. Think our scales tip a bit more on the other end, you know? Multiplying isn't exactly the goal most of the time, anyway.

[It still sticks in the back of his mind like a splinter. Somehow, he got to this guy with that one, even though he wasn't even trying. Hornets are a sore spot, apparently. It should feel more satisfying than it does.

He looks between him, and the cards, and the room that clearly has no way out until Doorway has deemed them having Bonded (TM) enough, and he sighs, after a moment.]

Alright. Gonna go out on a limb and assume you'd rather not talk about whatever just happened there, but we are currently stuck for an indeterminate amount of time. So. We gonna go through the pretense of smalltalk roulette or should we just rip off that bandaid now?

[They won't get away without talking about something sensitive, and they've clearly landed upon such a topic right here.]