[heh. . . that's cute. . . the soft pink flush on those features at the mildest of compliments feels like Yusuke all right. Akira's cheeky smile softens in the way it only would for the members of his immediate criminal family, and he rests his chin in his palm of his free hand, elbow propped (rather rudely!) on the table. if anyone else playing had any hope of shooting their shot, that opportunity has passed; his attention is laser focused, which. . . would not be surprising for anyone who knew him, or knew how important the young man seated across from him is]

Hn. . . [come to think of it, this weird casino had chosen his crisp black suit with red trim out for him too, hadn't it. . .? weird, but not awful, he supposes. they had gone with something he'd wear on his own volition, so he doesn't feel too out of place being dolled up like this] They did a good job, but it'd be nicer if they let you pick yourself. . .

[agency, freedom, etc etc. . . oh, right. the dice! he certainly does intend to play the game, so he responds to that question with a nod]

You don't have to if you don't want to, but then I won't take responsibility if Lady Luck slaps me in the face.

[she has never really liked him]