[ He's not sure he's ever done a mundane thing in his life. Those are for the common people. He's about to shut this one down conclusively, but... something stops him. He doesn't know what. Maybe it's the look on Raikov's face, damn him. But for whatever reason, to his utter surprise, he finds himself saying instead: ]
...All right, well, I suppose I could give it a try. Just once, you understand.
[ That smile is absolutely unfair. Valmont has a sudden, very unprofessional urge to kiss him again. He hastily quashes it. One would almost think he had feelings. ]
[ He's not really a gambling man, but it can't hurt to hear Raikov out, he supposes. But if it involves the possibility of him losing money, nothing doing. ]
[ What, now he has to be honest about things, too? This is a terrible bet. He really shouldn't accept it. But then again, what are the odds that he'll actually have fun? ]
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[ He's not sure he's ever done a mundane thing in his life. Those are for the common people. He's about to shut this one down conclusively, but... something stops him. He doesn't know what. Maybe it's the look on Raikov's face, damn him. But for whatever reason, to his utter surprise, he finds himself saying instead: ]
...All right, well, I suppose I could give it a try. Just once, you understand.
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Just once, huh? Alright... You never know. You might end up having fun.
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I doubt it.
[ But it's not a no. ]
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Let's spice things up then by making a bet. What do you say?
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[ He's not really a gambling man, but it can't hurt to hear Raikov out, he supposes. But if it involves the possibility of him losing money, nothing doing. ]
What sort of bet?
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And do be honest about it.
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You're on.
[ He holds out his hand to shake. ]
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May the best man win.
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He doesn't say anything, but he does massage his hand with a wince once Raikov finally releases it. ]
I intend to.