[Eridanus huffs laughter as he snatches up his moonshine once more. He's part way through a sip when Lucius' next question catches in his overlong ears. They perk, his interest piqued, and he lowers the rim of his cup from his lips.

He hadn't thought about wagers, the prospect of winning or losing interesting enough for him. Eridanus hums in thought, leaning back in his seat and pulling his leg up as he does. He crosses his ankle over the opposite knee, her free hand resting comfortably against his thigh.]

Hmm... well, if you best me, what would you like? It is not as if I haven't given you everything you've wanted of me. [A pause,] but when I best you, I want to carve my own sigil into your skin.