Kaiji bit his tongue. Oh no, as long someone was still alive, there was always something to wager. Always something to lose and always something to gain. But he wasn't about to ask Vlad to let him yank out a fingernail or something equally horrible if he lost a randomly-suggested game. That would be creepy, that would be awful. "I don't have anything either," he chimed back even though it was a lie. Kaiji still had all of his body parts and they were mostly intact, but again, it was more relieving than anything that Vlad hadn't brought that possibility up. Favors were a more reasonable potential, but if the other party didn't want to take an actual chance at anything, he wouldn't force it: That would have made him no better than that damnable debt collector and that terrifying old man.

There actually was more to gain from this than what was verbally agreed upon so far, but Kaiji wasn't about to mention that this was a perfect way for them to try to get into each other's heads.

Snatching up some thick colored paper, a black marker, and some questionably useful scissors, Kaiji continued: "I know some uncommon games," he proclaimed casually, "that take special kinds of cards." Uncommon games that usually involved people dying or losing limbs or being sold into slavery if they lost. Experimentally, he made a thick spot on the paper with the marker and held it up to make sure that the ink wouldn't bleed through easily or that the paper wasn't too thin and able to be seen through. He continued experimentally fiddling with the paper with a very focused expression plastered to his face. This was a damn serious affair. "-Unless you have a favorite or something."