[ His lips quirk into a crooked, easy grin at her response, the fact that she'd chosen amusement as her reaction instead of something else. It has him relaxing a little. ]

There's almost always something causing issues all over the casino. It keeps our lives interesting. I guess. Although our reflections trying to drown us is new, I gotta say. Typically the mischief things get up to in this place are far more... lascivious, at best.

[ Nothing like having your potential sexual escapades dictated to you by ogling portraits, or bondage implements taking matters into their own... hands? There's not a lot that catches him off-guard at this point. ]

If reflections are turning homicidal - or is that suicidal? - on us, however, maybe we should move away from the water?