Hmn. Will you? [ Kizuna singsongs, taking that as more of a challenge than a threat. Whatever his predilections or limits are, he wears the flair of this place like a second skin. His fingers do continue to caress over the heated dampness of his ear just a little more as Bakugo returns to his seat, long enough for the dice to come rolling back at him. ] Planning on another lucky roll? Or...

[ Snatching up the dice with flick of a slender wrist, he gives them a good shake and sends them clattering across the felt board. ]

Do you want to see me again after this?

[ When they land, he stands to look at the numbers. A-4. B-7. Suck neck, huh? Leaving that question rhetorical, he rounds the table. ]

Alright. My turn to come to you.