"Thanksing you." He said, the smirk returning. The table was eyed critically for a long moment apparently looking for the best angle from which to strike.
He swept his hair back over his shoulder again before leaning in to break, it was sharp and it was clean and he couldn't help but smile at the almost-chaos of it, fingers drumming something that might have been a chord against his cue, pouting as one of the striped balls hovered at the lip of a pocket but didn't actually fall in, "Dildos."