My employees are inclined to agree. They keep trying to get me to 'live a little.'

[Can he really help it that he's exceptionally fond of money, and that, as far as he's concerned, running the casino is his own type of fun, difficult as it is? His eyes are still on Isaak, watching him curiously, although not staring, never staring.]

To that end, they've been known to arrange things like my incredibly ridiculous birthday party. Their choice of entertainment was, of course, predicated on the assumption that I'm incapable of enjoying myself.