[ Casual touch is certainly not something Vash is very used to, so normally the light touch to his shoulder might have been met with tense apprehension. Now, thanks to several strangely silvery drinks, Vash finds himself a lot less tense, and a little more willing to interact with others versus hovering at the edge and keeping his distance at least an arms length.

His own outfit matches the dark black mask half adorned with similar red jeweled accents, the color of it stark in contrast to the electric blue of his eyes now watching Tyki with a curious expression. ]

I don't really have that much luck with gambling actually. You're probably just going to watch me lose money if I play. [ Money which he has precious little of normally and especially now, in this place. He laughs, scratching the side of his face with one gloved hand. He's thankful for this outfit, the level of dress much more usual for him than waking up with only a towel. ]