"What? You don't think they'd love me?" He asked, standing to look at her with a raised brow. "I think I'll have to sit in on the next one. Spread all the faggity love I can." There was no hope in making him stop with the language. At least, not yet. He was still too angry with with who and what he was.

"Oh be being miserable is easy. And...I already do well in Dueling." He wasn't a bad dueler at all. For that matter, he was a bit ruthless and a touch underhanded. For him, there was no such thing as 'taking it easy' on an opponent. "And the only way I start a fight club....is if I get the pleasure of beating Gray into the ground."