“you’ve got a throne, right?” a pause, realizing that this line of conversation has come out of nowhere for him, eyes blinking as she pushes away the pizza she had been eating. “down in hell, i mean. you’ve got one, yeah?” head tips slightly to the side before trixie sits up a little straighter, feet kicking back and forth. “what’s it like?” based on what she knows about him, from what she’s seen of his fancy clothes and fancy cars, and the little bit of the penthouse she had explored, trixie knows that likes nice things. she can only imagine what the throne looks like. “...can i sit on it?” she’s got a picture in her mind, and she’s definitely got a tiara on her head.