[He's had some time to study the surroundings, and the people in the room, so when he approaches this man in particular it isn't without ulterior motive. Maybe a part of him simply knows when someone is being difficult—but he's seen countless hopeful souls turned away, one by one, like a parade of fools. Upon approach, Tyki really isn't expecting any different; sometimes a man knows where he's going to hit a wall, yet he gives it a go anyway. Isn't that the fun and spirit of the game?]

Not really. Isn't the point that it's random, and we should check everywhere?

[The look on his face is congenial, not accusatory, though the sharpness of his eyes can't be denied. He's seen you, Mister...]

Are you going to let me? [Tyki gestures with the key between his fingertips, a polished and ornate silver.] Or turn me away, as you have so many others? Seems to me you'd rather keep that belt on all evening. Can't be comfortable, though, I'm thinking.