Don Juan grinned, not because of the question Hudson had asked him or because of the answer he was planning to give — just because Hudson was smirking at him and he couldn't help but smile.

"A change of scenery would be the surest route," he suggested. Then, with a mischievous glance towards the plodding quartet, he added under his breath, "Or in a pinch putting a double-time jinx on the cellist's fingers. Maybe that would liven things up," he joked. He wasn't a malicious person, but he didn't always consider people on the receiving end of little pranks like this might not find them quite as amusing. They were one of the mainstays of Excalibur. If one wanted a good night's sleep one could go to Atlantis, or home — sleeping at Excalibur was a sort of continuous long-form warfare. All in good fun, of course.

"Must be nice speaking so many languages," he remarked idly; they'd discussed Hudson's job earlier and Don Juan had giddily asked him to say something in the most obscure language he knew. He'd heard the tale end of something not English as he approached. "I bet you can get away with talking about all sorts of things in broad daylight, hm?"

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