[ Breezily, ] My associate runs a very successful pornography empire.

[ "Associate." Somewhere Valentino just keeled over. This ain't about him. ]

Mm, I suppose. But if it drags out too long then it just gets annoying, you know? So... yeah. They should.

[ Vox's feet vanish from the back of Aventurine's chair (one of his chairs), and a moment later his arms come into view instead, loosely folded. His face next, peering down at the gambler. ]