Carneli
Luxor could only hope that one day he would earn the right to have pants.
If he had to prove himself, his strength, and his right to deserve pants he would do it: he was not going to keep fighting in nothing but a little skirt that looked like a towel wrapped around his waist. And some straps. He did have those. But for now he would just focus on pants, and not push his luck with wanting a shirt.
"I'm glad you think so, anyway," he said, looking around after she mentioned things going okay. He nodded his head. "Yes, I think things will be just fine. We've put in a lot of hard work. I won't say 'what can go wrong', but... we've prepared."
The last thing he wanted to do was jinx it.
