[ he's enjoying this more than he expected, and his expectations were, admittedly, rather high consider it's a card game. the man across from him is dreamy, determined in a not-quite-heroic way, with a face that thinks it's more subtle and stern than it is.

or, perhaps, he knows, given the way he reacts to his own card, immediately flustered and persevering seemingly in spite of himself. this is what the game is really about, he figures; digging into the discomfort of sharing secrets and personal promises with a stranger. he hadn't even asked his opponent's name, and here they already are, baring teeth and hearts on sleeves. it's a little romantic. ]

It's only easy if you have family and friends. I suspect the lonesome might prefer yours. [ his lips are feline, curled and curious as he reaches for another card. a trickier one this time, a few levels down and off to the side, a piece of a parapet that hopefully provides an easier question. ]

What is something unconventional that you find sexy in a person?

[ a pause, as he genuinely considers. when was the last time anyone asked him something like this? when was the last time attractiveness factored into any of what this resort tells them to do? ]

I like hands that are well taken care of. Manicured nails, no evidence of biting or chewing. Smooth skin, although some callouses are all right. Maybe even preferred. [ he gives a wan smile, flexing the fingers of his left hand. ] Perhaps it's a little ironic these days.