"...I've had disturbingly naughty thoughts..."

You admit through Lux's oddly calm voice. You glance back to him, his face distorted in it's usually sharp grin as he watches Lux's soft features, "... with you... Master..." His expression was unchanging, as expected. But his mannerisms seemed to differ from the norm as his laugh was much lighter but still quite mischievous.

"Oh my, is that so? Well then, Shaco hasn't had much fun with a minion since being trapped in this drawl excuse of a circus..." Shaco explains as he lowers the shiv, caressing the sharp edge against the straps that held Lux's armor together, "Oh yes, this will be much more fun..." He explains though in thought.

"If you hope to please me then, Goldy, praise your Master with a bow!"