Knock Out didn't seem aware of the intrusion until Elita spoke; when she did, it surprised him enough that he jumped and nearly fumbled the barely-cooled metal circle in his hands. He managed to keep a hold on it, though, and his fingers went tight around the metal...

And then, with an effort, he relaxed himself and offered a smile. He had no idea who this was, so it was in his best interests to play nice.

"Mm-hmm," he said, turning the rim delicately between his fingers. "Nineteens just don't flatter me~, and a full set of twenty-one-and-a-halfs have proven tricky to find around here."