Luxord is shuffling down the hall, still dressed in his pajamas when he runs into Xemnas--or rather, his ghost. He looks him up and down and sighs heavily. He rubs his neck. "…it's way too bloody early in the morning to deal with all this." He mutters to himself.

To Xemnas, he gives a curt but polite nod before crossing his arms. "Xemnas." No 'Superior' here and none of the usual fear either. He's wary but not afraid. And he's also very obviously human. "What brings you back to the realm of the living?" As if he's chatting about the weather.