[He laughs, hearing that comment about a successful cheating gambler. It's very true, isn't it? It seems part and parcel to learning how to be any good at all. How else would one beat the system stacked against them, and line their pockets too?

Reaching for his own glass of wine, Tyki lifts it to his lips for an indulgent sip. He's not really as affected by alcohol as he used to be—and whatever they're putting in it to cause arousal—but the desire to drink is still there. He won't deny the craving, given their setting.]

True enough. [He's listening, eyes turned on the other beside him.] So, you're looking for what? Dependency? A little twisted sadism, or just entertainment for its own sake?

[Raphael please... you pillow queen...]