It seems that's the will of the dice, [Matoba chuckles, giving a light shrug with a roll of his shoulder and rising slowly from his seat across the table. He takes two strides closer, just enough to stand over Shylock and cast his shadow, his good eye falling to the mark just inside of his shirt.]

[How interesting. Certainly not just a coincidence, Matoba wonders if that mark is something like a curse, or more like a protective charm. He reaches out, brushing fingertips along the shape of Shylock's collarbone with a touch that barely brushes enough to scratch- light enough to tickle- and then round with a flourish to feel out the skin over that mark.]

[...He doesn't sense something malicious from it...]

[The path of his fingertips dips just under the curve of Shylock's chest, and nails claw lightly against the top of a rib before his hand draws out again. Maybe just enough to leave a light scratch?]

Hmm. I'm not especially partial to it either way, [He decides, a flippant dismissal as he steps back to his seat and plops back down.] But the prompt was a little boring.

Maybe yours will be more fun. [He pushes the dice back across the table for Shylock's turn.]