[ Without his impressive repertoire of winnings behind him, Lighter finds that the laissez-faire reaction to his conditions isn't so surprising. A short laugh gusts out of him, slightly rusted over by the way his gut coils beneath the drag of Aak's hips. ]

Wouldn't anyone? [ Earnest enough for his part, head cocking as he reaches out to skim a gloved fingertip over the curve of his ear. ] Being a fan of mine is a sure win. Back home, I'm undefeated — cheers are like fuel for the champion.