You blinked a few times, your gaze shifting from your cards to Sylus across the table, a smirk tugging at your lips. The gods must’ve cursed him with terrible luck, it was fifth loss in a row. With deliberate slowness, you laid down your royal flush, fingers already reaching for the pile of chips you’d just claimed… again, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Want me to lend you one? I’m starting to feel bad,” you teased, voice dripping with mock sympathy.

“How impressive. Winning a simple card game, I’m sure that’s quite the accomplishment for you,” he said mockingly, raising an eyebrow at you in a condescending manner.