This places runs on your rules. I suppose, even if I wasn't... you have final say.

[ Lyney has such good footing tonight. He's the same Lyney that would captivate an audience on stage. Grins, playful flutters of his eyes, and the way his body moves – he leans forward to begin dealing the cards, clicking his tongue to the inside of his cheek.

Wriothesley has given him more leeway tonight than he ever had. As a villain in his story, a warden to his prison, as a sympathizer to his tale... when the final card hits Lyney's hand, he pulls them up to glance down with no tell on his face. ]

Would you not say the system would be rigged against me, if you wish not to allow me a sip of swill just because you deem it?