“He thought I was funny,” Ace said as he pointed to Cassius. When “Forman” walked away, Ace merely smirked and waited for this circus to get underway. There was nothing left to say really, so he followed after the woman who had unfortunately become the center of attention when “Forman” had decided to be all hero guy with her. Honestly, he did regret dragging her into the incident and in other circumstances would have settled the matter likely with his fists. However, as he was not sure whether or not such acts were allowed or not and at the moment he was not of the mind to piss any one off unless he felt he could come out on top.<br/><br/>At least for the moment anyway.<br/><br/>The sand and dirt of the arena gave way to the smooth and chiseled feel of worked stone and he found himself paying attention to the world around him. If he was going to be stuck here for a while, he might as well pay attention and learn what he could. The door trick was interesting to say the very least and he was more than happy to assist in the demonstration. It was his way to try and make up for his earlier behavior. When he came to his room he opened the door and found that it mimicked Cassius’s room, in design and make up as it contained a bed with a fire place, plush chairs for seating and various decorations. It was without a doubt nicer than his own room back home, but it still lacked that personal touch he would have felt had he been home instead of there.<br/><br/>That thought of home is what prompted him to ask his next question. “Do you and the others live here as well?” he asked of Edmée.