[ Now having it so casually. ...or. At all. Before getting here... Now there's the catch. ]

Yeah, that sounds like bait. Or if you finish the game and get a wish, why would you wanna leave by the time you finish the deck?

[ As for Ragna? He's still very much of the camp of "get me the hell out of here", even if living a life of luxury with no one to hound him...doesn't seem to have any drawbacks? But he knows better. This isn't a gag reel. He's got enough common sense to see what Weiss sees. The guests that toil their time away at dealers tables, slot machines, grabbing anything and anyone with a bestial growl of desire if they so much as give them the bedroom eyes back. There's also the fact that there are far more pressing matters waiting back home. Was Weiss in the same boat?

What was she doing before she folded into a life of sin and debauchery?

While Weiss takes a seat on the chaise lounge, he finds a seat on the half-circled lounging sofas, closest to the chair she's popped herself down in.

For the time being, he just listens, chin in his hand as he leans forward in his seat. ]

Sounds to me like game or no game, most people don't have much of a choice. That's why I was... [ He studies her face, the angry delinquent she'd been teasing earlier gone for now. Oh right. He was doing some premature investigating before he found Weiss. Alright, Ragna. You haven't forgotten completely how to be a mature adult, have you? ] Listen, Weiss. Um...

[ She's already thanked him— even if it was for taking her order. ]

Thanks. [ ! ] For filling me in on this place a little more. Frankly, that's part of why I invited you up.