Damon grinned at her. "If we could interfere, it wouldn't be much of a bet," he pointed out. "More like a race to see who could get downstairs first when they spring us from here." That might not work out so well, though, because he wouldn't put it past most of the ExB participants to do whatever was necessary to slant the odds in their favor. He knew he would have. He eyed her again, his smile taking on a more coy tilt. "Can't imagine many people'd turn you down." Just because Damon would fuck anyone didn't mean she would. Girls that looked like her were often picky.
He was beginning to feel the need for a cigarette, and he absently patted his other pocket to see if he'd put his smokes and lighter in it. No such luck. He moved along with the subject at hand in the absence of nicotine. "Looks like he'd be," he said of Chris. "Hard to tell for sure." He was figuring she must like boxing, seeing sweaty, scantily dressed men beat the hell out of each other. He liked that pretty well, himself.