While a lax appreciation for greed allowed for polite communication, there was a certain presence of mind necessary to see so far into the future without balking at its potential.
And this is what that potential produced, that which consumed all,
LIKE FIRE,
LIKE FLAME,
LIKE THE WALLS THAT CAME TUMBLING DOWN.
It was a game, after all - and one that he had no intention of losing.
Here, however, this was a sore, sore loser, he who fought a battle with little preparation, who believed he recieved the cheat codes from the game master himself.
If there was amusement, any expression would be lost on his feathered conduit, and gentle monotone lacked the capability to sound smug.