Merlin the kid was cute. Myron's gaze trailed down the sharp peak of his nose and along the soft curve of his cheek, taking in the slight blush under his skin. Whether it was from the alcohol, embarrassment or interest in Myron's touch he didn't know, but he planned to find out.
"Oh, you want to play it reckless!" Myron said, and he picked up two chips. With obvious delicacy he lifted Kevin's hand and placed them in his palm before closing the boy's finger's over them. "Two hundred galleons, but this time I'll make it more interesting," He leaned closer, dropping his voice slightly, barely two inches away from Kevin.
It would've been so easy to lean forward and kiss him, and he was almost willing to bet his own humiliation that Kevin would happily reciprocate. But, just as he'd said, the anticipation... "You lose, you owe me. And I get to pick how I take my payment. Deal?"