Vexen narrowed his eyes at Marluxia, torn between definitely not dignifying that ridiculous comment with an answer and snapping at him. It was a difficult choice.

As luck would have it, Zexion's comment, timed to cut off his train of thought halfway, was enough to get Vexen to turn his slitted gaze on him instead. He gritted his teeth for a moment, only half able to keep a lid on his annoyance. It was almost enough to override his fear.

Almost.

"What do you think?" He said haughtily. "If five members of Clan Khamja showed up at your door, what would you think it was about?"