Mmmmm. ( A petty flinch, when the door nearly dents at the next strike from within, before a chorus of objections signals the senators themselves refuse violence in the confines. Ah, doing Five and Wangji's job themselves, then. ) They have found sharp objects.

( Candle holders, perhaps. Vases. The rare but critical decoration. Truly, a desperate man will ever make do, compensating a lack of ability with an excess of imagination. Lan Wangji would celebrate them, were they not keeping him at attention outside, with dimming light. )

Luffy. ( Yes, Lan Wangji, that was the question. ) Heir apparent, 'king of pirates.' ( Excuse his... incredulity. ) The young man, vivacious.

( Not entirely unreasonable, as distractions go. )