They applaud.

He curtsies elegantly.

"Now, was that your test," he wonders, inclining his head toward one twin, "or yours?"

"Mine," the both say at once.

They turn to glare at each other.

"No, mine."

"I see, I see."

Kaoru shoves something into his hand and both twins abruptly shove away from him and race out of the room.

"Have fuuuun," Hikaru calls.

...what?

Ariel takes a look at the... whatever it is.

It appears to be a bomb, a quite exaggerated one covered with duck tape and wires, with an alarm clock attached to the front.

The numbers on the clock are rapidly ticking down.

60...
59...
58...

"This is not particularly chivalrous!" he calls after the twins.

Bomb defusal, bomb defusal, bomb defusal. Shockingly, Belinda's etiquette lessons didn't cover this. Nor did her magic lessons. He actually doesn't even know if just pumping the thing full of dissonance will break it or just make it blow up faster.

Ariel makes a snap decision. He grabs an empty covered dish from a nearby table and shoves the bomb inside. Then, focusing on harmony, he tells the dish that it's made of metal and metal is strong, it's like steel, it's harder than steel, it's bulletproof and more relevantly bombproof, it's - well, that's going to be a minute. He puts the dish on the floor and waits for the boom.

There is an explosion under the dish. Not quite as loud of an explosion as he was expecting, but still an explosion.

He cautiously opens the dish.

A cloud of confetti poofs out. 

Ariel laughs.

In retrospect it probably should have been obvious that the Hitachiin twins were not actually going to murder him with a bomb. He feels kind of silly. Well, at least he passed their first test, even if he did make an ass of himself on the second.

The twins re-enter, look at each other, and shake their heads sadly.

"Ah, the wasted potential," Kaoru says. 

"What's the point in saving someone's life if you're going to look dumb doing it?" Hikaru says. 

"That's what bodyguards are for."

"If you don't know what you're doing, you should leave it to the professionals."

Hikaru nods at Mori.

Mori salutes. 

"Well, at least I saved myself from the terrifying rain of confetti," Ari chuckles. "I do apologize, gentlemen. My reflexes took over; I need to adjust to less murderous society than I am accustomed to."

"A murderous society?"

"Do tell."

Kyoya coughs.

"There will be time for that later. I'm afraid it's my turn."

"Ah, Mr. Ootori." Ari bows. "What feat shall I be performing for you?"

"We," he says, "are going to play Go."

He snaps his fingers and the twins hurry into a closet and return with a Go table. 

Kyoya pulls up a chair.

"White or black?"

"White, please."

Ariel sits as well, crossing his legs casually. "If you're looking for professional play, I regret to inform you that you'll be disappointed. My game is chess." And he's barely any good at that, not that he'll mention that now.