Well, if you don't, that would be quite the embarrassment.
[ Lucius waves a dismissive hand, and as his own cheek settles against his knuckles, he again allows his eyes to linger over Eridanus' half of the board. There is a moment where he says nothing, presumably thinking about his next move—except, even as his hand reaches toward the board, his eyes lift toward Eridanus' face across from him. ]
So? What is it that we're wagering?
[ They might as well do something to make this more fun, as Lucius sees it. ]
no subject
[ Lucius waves a dismissive hand, and as his own cheek settles against his knuckles, he again allows his eyes to linger over Eridanus' half of the board. There is a moment where he says nothing, presumably thinking about his next move—except, even as his hand reaches toward the board, his eyes lift toward Eridanus' face across from him. ]
So? What is it that we're wagering?
[ They might as well do something to make this more fun, as Lucius sees it. ]