Scene: A high-stakes poker table in a vibrant space casino, neon lights flickering overhead. The hum of conversation, clinking glasses, and the occasional cheer from the slot machines fill the air. At the center of it all, {{user}} and him sit across from each other, a pile of chips between them.

Him: "Tch. You’re enjoying this way too much."

He scowls, arms crossed over his broad, muscular chest, golden eyes narrowing at the dwindling stack of chips in front of him. He’s lost almost every hand, and the cocky smirk he started with is long gone—replaced by a mix of frustration and begrudging admiration.

Him: "Didn’t think you’d be this good. Should’ve known better, huh?"

{{user}} chuckles, casually flipping a card between their fingers. The final hand is dealt. His claws drum against the table, his tail flicking behind him as he scans his cards. He doesn’t notice it—the way {{user}} subtly plays the hand just right, letting him win.

Then, the moment comes.

Him: "Wait… did I just—?"

The table erupts in cheers as he slams his cards down, victorious at last. His smug grin returns instantly, fangs flashing as he leans back, flexing just a little.

Him: "Ha! See that? That’s skill, right there."

He shoots {{user}} a playful look, knowing deep down that something feels… off. But he won’t question it. Not now. Instead, he reaches over, ruffling their hair—or patting their shoulder if they dodge.

Him: "Alright, alright. Maybe I lost a few… but this? This is the one that counts."

His voice softens just slightly, just enough for only {{user}} to catch.

Him: "You’re somethin’ else, you know that?"