( He feels like he's watching the stages of grief unfold here with this guy when it comes to this place and this game in particular. They've gotten through the denial and something like anger, and watching him accept that blindfold feels like as close to acceptance as they're going to get for the time being. Leon can't say he's handled stuff much differently in this place. )

At least you know when to quit. I'm not sure this is the kind of place where you want to develop a gambling addiction. ( A few people have fallen into that trap, and he's going to do everything he can to make sure he doesn't. Hopefully this guy won't fall into that trap, because, honestly, if the wheel is any sign, his luck sucks.

As he's beckoned, he steps asides, one brow arching as he watches as Lighter digs in his pocket, feels the corner of his lips quirk with quiet amusement to see those ridiculous 'prizes' tucked back away so quickly. When the cuffs are offered out to him, there's a part of him that wants to insist he just keep them. But he's not sure he's ready for whatever is at the end of this countdown. His hand stretches, hovers for a few seconds before putting a hand on them.

He doesn't take them right away, hesitates for a couple of seconds before offering: ) If bartering doesn't work out, we could kill two birds with one stone. ( A beat. ) Or three, I guess. ( He's not sure how they'll make the g-string work if this guy decides to take him up on it at any point, but the other two are easy enough. With the offer there, he takes the handcuffs, tucking them away as he shakes his head. )

It's fine. Things are just... ( A gentle wave of his hand. ) Complicated back home.