I'm not a buzzkill. [she said, like a buzzkill, one foot kicking out under the table and nudging his shin, not exactly gently. still -- the contact means affection, the way a grumbly, irritable cat sits close enough to be pet.]

This place is the crazy sex dungeon castle and we're acting like we're at a middle school party playing games while the cool kids make out in the closet.

[still -- she wants to win. she really wants to win. and the mention of saber sleeping with her gets a quick quirk of one corner of her mouth, before she hides it by ducking her head and grabbing another card.] Mmmmnope. Is yours someone you know?