"Maybe when I clear the queue and complete every challenge in all of those games." It was the politest way of saying no chance in hell.

Lord El-Melloi II tried not to bristle at the nudge. He could recognize it for what it was, and it made him overly defensive automatically. To abate the problem, he shoved about half of Roman's cupcake in his mouth in one go.

It worked, meaning that once all the cake was devoured, he replied with, "Well, let's say one week from now I can see what happens with the Arms of Dawn and go from there. Fair?"