Oh~? [Getting into the ring for the sake of money? Well, that's not too different from the Pankration Ring. Of course, Wriothesley also carved his own path similarly, though the Pankration Ring also had offered some amount of comradeship between the fighters. While credit coupons were the goal, there was more to it for the inmates than just that.] Perhaps we're cut with the same cloth. How interesting.

[He can't help but be curious about this man.

Wriothesley grabs some clothes from a drawer before going around the bed to stop in front of where the other was seated. He holds out some clothes. Sweatpants and a t-shirt. Just something to keep themselves more presentable. It looked like Lighter would probably fill into his clothes similarly.] I'm more of a tea guy, honestly. Call me more of a social drinker.

[Wriothesley himself is only in sweatpants, the large scars that travel down his throat obvious without anything circling his own neck. He rests one hand on his hips.] You'll have to get accustomed to this place and the way it does things. Sometimes, you'll just end up like this. That, and in places you definitely didn't fall asleep in originally.