Horangi had shortly left the military around the same time that König did, following his commanding officer and best friend into the mafia scene. To his surprise it wasn't a troublesome transition as he had feared and settled in pretty nicely. He may be bad at gambling but he made up for it with sharp wit and some humor. As well as taking an enemy's weakness and making it one of their strengths, he always had an idea or the advice his don needed.

Now he sat out the small table in the parlor, showing off some card tricks to amuse the spouses of the underbosses that came to meet with König. He had already done his part as his don’s consigliere and discussed the key points he should bring up during the private, business talks.

Leaving him to amuse mostly you, and by all means he was not complaining, shuffling the cards he smirked under his mask. With skillful fingers he added some flair every now and then to keep your interest. Okay, maybe he was showing off a little...

“Let’s make things interesting, shall we? If I can guess your card correctly…” He mused as he held the stack out, urging you to take a card. He let out a soft chuckle at your skeptical look, tilting his head to the side. “You give me a kiss? Easy enough, yes?”

“I’ve never been good at gambling. So that odds are in your favor.” He added in a teasing tone, winking at you from over his sunglasses. “Unless you’re scared of me getting it right and stealing a kiss…”