[It's a good start to Reno's arrival here, this game. Once he completes this last dice roll, he'll be awarded what seems to be a fairly lucrative prize — at least, as lucrative as the casino tends to offer, not that it really holds a candle to the wealth he himself is familiar with from back home — and other advantages for that victory. It's enough; that solid start will pay back dividends later, and besides, for Rufus a well-played game is worth it, even when he doesn't walk away with a technical victory in the end.
It'd be difficult to say he didn't win something, after all, from the way Reno is shaking in his arms, all that usual bravado fled just long enough to have him soft and pliant beneath his president's attentions. His Turk, Rufus thinks with quiet, concealed pleasure. Oh, yes, it's good to have him like this.]
Go on.
[His thumb stays working on the back of Reno's neck, his hand possessive against his hip.]
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It'd be difficult to say he didn't win something, after all, from the way Reno is shaking in his arms, all that usual bravado fled just long enough to have him soft and pliant beneath his president's attentions. His Turk, Rufus thinks with quiet, concealed pleasure. Oh, yes, it's good to have him like this.]
Go on.
[His thumb stays working on the back of Reno's neck, his hand possessive against his hip.]
Win.