[The young man would be an intimidating sight to anyone else, but Sunday's preoccupation with this — game, as they've called it, takes precedence in his own mind. It is not the first an individual has approached him with ulterior motive, but the question is surprisingly innocuous, in the end. And he understands he'll have to find a partner or risk being ejected back out into the party, where he is exposed to more attention under bright lights, unable to escape or find solitude.

At least here, it's quieter. He should take advantage of this rare peace.

The card pinned to his own lapel reads Ace of Clubs, informing him of a role he's meant to perform; as gold eyes land on Genya, forced to peer a little upward given the difference of height, his expression is coolly neutral (he's also nervous).]

I would be amenable, so long as you aren't expecting... anything untoward of me. [You know. The sex.] I'm a new guest, I should admit. So the nature of these games is taking some adjustment.