[Ah, so this was a mistake, indeed. Lorenz has limited expectations, but this whole - table pose is something to behold. He's shielded from prying eyes back here, that much is true, but now with Sampo turned away there's no one to see him roll his eyes at the shamelessness of it.]

If I recall, I have two more rolls to make after the completion of this one. The odds may be quite high, you know.

[Something something, dice roll probability. Who can say. Lorenz has half a mind to simply pat him on the ass like he's been patting him on the cheek, but no, no. Not yet. If there's a next time, maybe.

For now, he braces a palm each on the backs of Sampo's very fine thighs, sliding his way up to squeeze at the juncture where thighs meet ass. He can guess at this part of the game - showing off, of course, yet another Roguish Behavior - so he'll take his sweet time with it; let Sampo make faces at the crowd or whatever he'd like to do.

Make no mistake - Lorenz is, mm, enjoying the firmness of muscle under the give of the softer parts of him, applying pressure with his thumbs along Sampo's inner thighs. Is it worth having hips wiggling in his face, and the Sampo-brand chattering?

....Yeah, but he's encouraged enough silly antics already. He hums, almost thoughtful, like he's regarding this ass for a serious appraisal. Since Sampo keeps making quips about prices, and all...]

Not that your confidence is misplaced, in this circumstance, but honestly. You are a ridiculous man, you know.