[Hank looks down at the nipple clamps in his hand.

Looks up. Lips pursed.]

Think I might prefer the hex thing, honestly. But I guess I got — [checking his weird little watch to scan over the rules again] — four hours to figure all that out.

[He jerks his thumb toward the terribly inconvenient roulette wheel.]

You gonna try your luck? Or you gonna just... Hex me?

[Hank doesn’t even try to hide his small grin. Which will evaporate if she follows through with her threat, but still. Would rather not have to use said nipple clamps, thank you.]