With an agitated click of the tongue, Gen starts to bend down to scoop up the dice, though he freezes mid-grab. The pause only lasts for about a second before his fingers curl around them, and he's standing back up, uncurling just one finger to jab in Hank's direction.

"Let's make one thing clear! I did not present myself for you!"

He more or less did, but he's bristling immediately at the insinuation here. For a man who lets himself get spanked by a stranger, it sure is something small that seems to rile him up.

"And you better hope I don't get to slap something after that threat," he adds, as he lets the dice drop gracelessly back onto the table. Though as they clatter to a stop (and google's rng coughs up a result), he'll be forced to scowl a little at the lack of proper retaliation he's getting.

The nice present something that requires a lot less use of force here: fondle nipples.

If it's going to be like this though, Gen thinks he can still one up this man, maybe make him back out and give him an easy victory when it's Gen's turn to act out the dice order.

"Alright. Shirt up then."