[An unbroken Clive, who seems to be aware of Roulette's (or, at least, his own Layton's) position and yet doesn't seem to know his own proper place. Yes, Roulette is definitely wondering.]

I'm afraid that that isn't an option. The place that we're caught in doesn't allow its residents to leave quite so easily.

[Watching Petrel over the rim, he brings his teacup back to his lips and sips at it.]

I wouldn't be so certain that I'm the Layton you know, either. You're rather more... uncouth than the Clive I know.

[Except. Not really. Well, Tyrannus tends towards being slightly more eloquent (at least in regards to swearing, and the subtlety of his insults).]