Luxord frowned, hand extended in the air. Holding his breath, he focused on his surroundings. As no other sound seemed to reverberate around the room, he let it out. However, he was positive that he heard his door open. With a gentle shake of his head, he returned his attention to his master piece, a card replica of The Castle That Never Was. The Castle was currently taking up more than half of his room, and he wasn't even close to finishing the second floor.

Entertainment was sparse, now that the Organization had divided up. Twiddling the hours away must have affected his senses, for as he gently laid a joker face down; he heard a deep intake of breath. His voice the smallest whisper, "Please don't." However, the man-made wind wasn't in the mood for requests. The exhaled breath plowed through the castle, demolishing hours of work in seconds. Luxord looked at the nine decks on his floor, his frown now a permanent feature on his face. "That was a little uncalled for." Turning to the assailant, his frown deepened. The wind master seemed to be in the same mood as LUxored, his face mirroring the disappointed scowl. "Pray tell, Xaldin, what was that for?"

"Your law is faulty." Xaldin's comment caught Luxord off guard, confusion playing across his face, "Excuse me?" Xaldin exhaled again, not pleased with having to repeat himself, "The last time we conversed, you told me a couple laws. I have now found evidence that marks them false." Luxord bent down to pick up his cards, his eyes still on the Lancer, "I would like to know what you are talking about, Xaldin." Looking down at the Gambler, Xaldin slowly got down and helped him pick up the scattered decks, "I was once again investigating into my mission, as the younglings call it, 'Reconing.'" Luxord stopped, curious on what this had to do with anything. However, he knew that Xaldin wouldn't get too side-tracked, he nodded. "I remember…So, what did you found out about the beast lord?"

Gathering another handful of cards, Xaldin frowned, "I stumbled across one of his servants. The beast lord currently has a guest, or so he says, a young lady. The clock said the lord fancies the girl." Luxord stopped, eyes snapping to Xaldin, "Wait a tick….A clock?" Xaldin arched his eyebrow at the punned statement, "Yes, a clock. Apparently all of his servants got turned into household accessories." An amused smile spread across Luxord's face, but he indicated that Xaldin continue. Xaldin nodded and got back on the topic, "Well, the clock said that the girl likes him back."

Luxord nodded, however, he noticed that was the end of the story. He didn't bother looking at Xaldin, attention on the floor, "So, she fancies him. I fail to see where this is going." Xaldin's face took a deep scowl, his words coming brisk and choppy, "The Beast. Is. Not. Pretty." As realization dawned on Luxord, he had to fight the urge to laugh at his superior. Taking a few deep breaths, he tried to calm down. Seeing that Xaldin didn't find the situation funny at all, he grinned sheepishly, "I did say that girls like pretty things…Maybe I should have clarified that a bit more."

Xaldin lifted an eyebrow, his voice irritated, "How so?" Luxord sat back onto his feet, getting ready for another serious discussion with the Lancer. "Xaldin, I made that comment last time, not as a law, per say, but as a theory. Laws mean that they happen under every circumstance, correct?" Xaldin nodded. Luxord continued, "Now, how many laws are there in Psychology?" Xaldin frowned, catching where this is going, "None."

Luxord nodded, "Exactly, everyone acts differently. So, let me reinstate my observation. 'Most' girls like pretty things. Now, there comes a point where appearances aren't considered. First and foremost, things and people are not the same thing. So, my statement doesn't hold true to girls' preferences in everything. Second, some people sacrifice appearances for other attributes." Luxord could see that Xaldin was thinking about it pretty hard, however, he seemed to fall short, "Explain."

Frowning, Luxord fell quiet for a bit. However, something came to mind, "Xaldin, how many spear sets do you have?" Xaldin frowned, counting on his fingers, "Eleven." Now confident on the topic choice, Luxord continued, "I know you use your purple dragon ones, but do you have better looking ones?" Xaldin frowned, "Yes." Luxord grinned, satisfied, "Then why don't you use them?"

Xaldin snorted, "Because they are too heavy. They are useless in battle." Having hit the point, Luxord went on to the point, "Exactly. You aren't trying to show off; you are trying to survive, so appearances mean nothing. The same goes for this as well. As example, you might have noticed that some of the pretty boys that are running around as just as much intelligence as my deck of cards." Xaldin slowly nodded, getting the point, however, he frowned, "You shouldn't insult your weaponry so." Luxord looked down at the deck in hand, "Forgive me, love. I am forever thankful for your luck and charm, and meant no insult to you." Luxord jumped as he heard a rumble come from Xaldin.

"I do say, Xaldin, you sound like a bear when you laugh." Taking it as a complement, Xaldin shrugged. Luxord started organizing his decks back together, "So, do you understand where I am going with this?" Xaldin nodded, but a frown was still on his face. "Now I am kind of confused. What about Larxene?" Luxord looked at him curiously, "What about her?" "Why does she hang out with Demyx. He isn't attractive…nor bright. Actually, I can't find a single good quality about that puny runt."

Luxord laughed, "And that is why she likes him. She wants someone she can boss around and tie up. Again, it comes down to preference, I guess." Xaldin nodded, slowly getting up. Setting some decks on Luxord's desk, he stopped. "One more thing." Luxord also stood up, "Yes?" Xaldin slowly turned around, facing Luxord, "Does this go to the poetry thing also?" Luxord sighed, "Truth be told, I actually am not sure about that. I don't think it is actually the poetry that gets the girls. I personally believe it is just the whole wooing that does it for them." Xaldin nodded, "Ah, back to the weird flower ritual. Well, it is nice to know that they don't actually enjoy poetry. It is a little…obtuse for me."

Luxord walked Xaldin to the door. Once he had see the Lancer out, he turned around. Noticing something on the bed, he picked it up, a small bouquet of flowers, with a note tied to the bottom. 'Hydrangea'. Luxord frowned, "I wonder what they represent.."

Three hours and fifteen floral books later…

"Where is Marluxia when you need that twit!"

(Hydrangea stand for understanding, appreciation and Heartlessness)