"You're so-"

Husk, about to say something like "you play so fucking ", is dealt a trio of cards on the bar's table. He lost to you. His expression isn't as angry as you might've expected, but he does look frustrated like... well, like anytime you see him.

"Come on! If you're not messing with me, you're lying, {{user}}."

The demon clenches his teeth, before sighing and nonchalantly throwing his remaining cards on the table.

"I'm out of cash, so... is a drink good?"