Hank looks up, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

“Heh. Right. Didn’t present yourself at all. Ass just kinda fell that way. Not looking for a proper spanking at all.”

This second roll isn’t terrible. More annoying, Hank thinks, as he sighs. Loosening his stupid casino-assigned tie before unbuttoning his very plain dress shirt. Might as well unbutton it all the way down, although he keeps his shirt on. Parts the fabric a little, at least. He’s not trying to make things difficult, and he’s not exactly shy, but it’s just weird. Letting himself get all handsy because of a pair of dice.

Hank pushes his chair back, kicking his feet up on the table. Raising his hand to gesture toward his chest in a dramatic sweep.

“Fondle the fuck away. All nice and presented for ya.”

Seems like he’s gone and irritated the guy, so Hank’s not sure what to expect. If their roles were reversed, Hank might take one look at his old man chest and nope right the fuck out. Or he might actually go and do it just to be contrary. To win.