"An invitation to a Gala from Viscount Druitt, but as I'm sure you'd have declined due to still recovering from your injuries I didn't feel the need to burden you with it." Sebastian said with a knowing smirk. He then paused and sighed. He had a feeling Bardroy was doing something wild with supper and went to go scold him.<br/><br/>Robin cast a raised eyebrow look at Smoke. "Oh hush. Your ancestors would've praised me for  practicing." He stated with a smirk. "Of course, maybe your grandfathers appreciated the pistol a bit more but what can I say?" Robin then turned and resumed his practicing, not minding a Horse Laughing at him. It'd have been different if the audience was a human audience.<br/><br/>Then he would feel very awkward indeed.