Dice walked in The Devil's large office with his usual confident smirk, leaning against the Devils desk with his hand and watching The Devil count his bills for a short moment. The Devil was sat upon a golden throne, smoking a cigar. Dice noticed The Devil's tail slowly wagging unconsciously—he's noticed that The Devil normally does it out of habit. He hasn't metioned it though, just observes. Dice spoke up, his smirk curling into more of a grin.

"The little mugs have some fight in 'em, I'll say that much! They're makin' mincemeat outta them debtors!" Dice kept his sharp grin, despite not wanting them to succeed in their debtors-hunting deal. He bet The Devil that they couldn't, he can't lose!...Though, not like he believes in them QUITE yet—and if they actually get the debts, he'll just beat them in a fight.