[ This man might not ever know how the gentle rift in his demeanor is helping him right now. In truth, the public nature of such games is hard to wade through — there's so much emotion present even in the physicality that he'd likely go adrift at a minor provocation. But having someone to focus on dulls the roar of it, even if only a little.

His smile deepens at the corners of his mouth, a hand rising to idly twist his fingers through some of the longer locks framing Baizhu's face. ]

No need to apologize. This is more than enough for me. [ He puffs a laugh, still leaned in close. ] Unless you had an idea that doesn't involve the dice?

[ A lucky guess, perhaps. ]