[ Ben has a lot of questions that have absolutely nothing to do with the dice game, but maybe he shouldn't be asking them to the man who's about to bite his neck. ]

Right. Of course. Understandable.

[ Whatever show of bravado he managed to put on before is long gone, but he still opens the top button of his shirt before leaning in. He's good at rolling with the punches, so to speak, he can help this man get his prize and ask his questions later.

He can't quite help a very quiet moan from escaping him as Lalo nips at him, and then a louder one at the bite. ]

Okay— [ It's obvious he's nervous, his voice isn't the steadiest. ] I. I don't think you have to leave a mark, we're— we're good.

[ Three more to go, right? Unless Ben feels like rolling himself, which is— it feels like a bad idea. ]

Do you want to roll again?

[ The best way out is through. Or something. ]

I'm Ben, by the way. Or at least I think I am.

[ That sure makes it sound like the bite made him forget who he is, but by the time he realizes it's too late to elaborate. ]