Luix smirked as the women helped to dress him, his pale amber eyes raking over their features and down over their bodies. He refrained, however, from taking advantage of their presence to save his energy for the coming fight. He tested the weight of the flail in his hand. It was a magnificent piece of equipment indeed, glimmering like quicksilver in his grasp.<br/><br/>Once Bardus and the women had vacated his cell, Luix settled in to preserve himself, closing his eyes. He looked perhaps as if he was resting, but underneath the cool, peaceful exterior, his skin was abuzz with anticipation.