How intriguing. That the little creature had given into that sin so very young. A smile had curved upon the edges of the archfiend's lips, seemingly a gentle touch to show that they had been listening. Yet, it wasn't that small fact that they were interested in. No, they were enthralled by how easily the human had seemingly won the game. It almost had them wondering if he had cheated. If there were some other form of magic at play, something that Mammon hadn't yet taken note of. "I'm new to town," simple words offered, as his gaze had remained upon the other. Ever fixated, ever watchful. If a careful eye were not fixed upon the human, then how would Mammon know how he had accomplished what he had. Fingers had tapped against the felt beside their own cards, faced down as the game intended. Though, there had been no care to which cards had been dealt to the demon themself. Winning the game had not been of any interest to them. That smile, however, returned as the human requested yet another card. The smell of greed was in the air. Fingers flipped over the next card, slipped it against the felt once more, "What is your name?"
"Catriel. My friends call me Cat." Which always sounds so dumb out loud amongst any circle he found himself with. 'Catriel' had always sounded so formal, like an angel in the Bible. 'Cat' sounded like the alias of some airheaded twink and either way he thinks it's very 'young adult novel', amongst the right people, he did feel vaguely self conscious about it. That feeling goes out the window because Catriel is looking down at the ace placed on the table and he knows having a poker face is important, he's got a good one, and yet every damn time he sees that card he can't help but feel the corners of his lips twitch upwards. It's a bit of a good luck charm and he's got eleven right now, it's just simply a single point, but he thinks it bodes well. It's his favorite card, the ace of hearts and it's right there and he's hoping even if he winds up throwing this there's a chance he's still walking away with something in all of this. "Hit." Leaning an elbow on the table, he tries to appear casual despite the anticipation churning in his gut. He wonders how new in town this guy is, almost asks, but he kind of likes the mystery, it adds to the atmosphere.













