[If he notices any ripple in that composure, which is unlikely—the man across from him appears quite calm as Tyki points out what is clearly an inhumanness in his nature—Tyki doesn't reveal it on his face. His smile remains affixed, pleasantly intrigued by their surroundings and the activity at play. As if it doesn't matter whether this individual ever allows him to try the key in his lock.]

Not really. Well, some of them, maybe. The games I played when I was still just a man.

[It is more straightforward than he has been with anyone so far about the division of his own identity. Whatever this stranger happens to be, he can feel the aura. Dark, sinister, otherworldly. He can speak more plainly with someone like that. There's less to lose, and no one to scare off.]

I used to gamble quite a bit. Had a good instinct for poker. Earned decent money, that way, though I almost always cheated. [Tyki's teeth show in his smirk.] So it's rather nostalgic being here.

When it comes to sex... I never made a game out of it, if that's what you mean. I'd find someone I liked and take them to bed. [And he has so rarely been denied.] Less time for that, lately. What about you?