Laughter was always something Kid enjoyed hearing from his audience, and he grinned widely as he suddenly stopped juggling, whipped off his tophat, and caught the colored balls one by one. He replaced his hat and gave a mock bow to the other two demon thieves. "It wasn't that hard," he said a bit arrogantly, although he certainly felt like it was deserved. He was merely human, after all.

The white-clad thief leaped off of his makeshift couch, his cape fluttering behind him, just as Kurama turned them into rosebeds. He nodded his head and tilted his hat at Kurama. "The only way I'd fight is if the prize was shiny and fit in the palm of my hand," he answered honestly, "And even then I can't guarantee I wouldn't just steal it instead." Though the mention of a tournament did bring back memories of the Mascorrida in Zaza, and his stunning heist of the Sun Mask. But that had been so long ago.

With a slightly exaggerated flick of his wrist (and Kuronue would come to see many of Kid's movements were rather exaggerated. Thus was the style of a thief who enjoyed the performance more than the prize), he magically produced his trusty worldhopping mirror out of nowhere with a light 'pop.' "Where to, and I'll have us out of here faster than you can say 'Abracadabra.'"