Roland holds back a sigh, but can't manage even that at this point, staring at Tidus's little scheme. Why else would he want Inigo's ticket? Why would anyone on this train - malicious intentions aside - want another passenger's prized possession? The breath that comes out of Roland's mouth is masked as a light chuckle, though it's more wry than anything. He busies himself with the items on the table, opening up another bottle of scents that's brought close to his nose. This one smells of sharp citrus.

"Sure you did." He answers casually, too casually. "You definitely saved Tidus...some points." The last part of his sentence is muttered, a lower volume in the hopes that it comes across as inaudible. Roland clears his throat and glances to the side, up at Inigo with a strange looking smile.