[ One would think Lynette was Teyvat's 8th Archon the way Lyney speaks of her. What was that about her bed being cold...? He'd rather not remember, being that it wasn't for his eyes, but it takes some of the competitive edge off and the pettiness with it. Lyney's affections aren't unreturned, and he supposes that's the long of the short of it. He has vague memories of warm curisoty about his siblings, and them, him. His first kiss, if he could actually remember it, probably went to one of them. He wouldn't call it another similarity skewing his perceptions of Lyney...but he doesn't feel repelled by it, either. Whatever it is between them, it's their business.

True to his word, Lyney utterly destroys him at cards. Again. He may or may not mutter a few curses along the way, and when all is said and done, he really does think of breaking out that cognac. He's not normally a sore loser, but then, he doesn't normally lose this many times in a row.

If you truly aren't using sleight of hand, then you might just have the gods' favor. [ He leans back in his seat, as if fatigued. He's getting in the ring tomorrow if it means fighting a damned Lawachurl. ] Use that wisely against the inmates. Many of them don't lose graciously.