"Played strip Asshole once. A long...long time ago." Chase offered, shaking his head and laughing sheepishly. He realized belatedly that he could have added 'In a galaxy far away' without it being all that out of place. Opportunity missed. He shifted a little, but didn't move her foot, instead carefully maneuvering so his back was against the couch once more, his legs stretched out with his heels resting on the floor. "My poker face is terrible."
He didn't need to think hard about the last question, as much as something in his brain chimed 'Abort! Abort!'. "Probably. If you'd asked." He shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant about it, though he knew the answer would have been different a week ago. "I mean...it was just the four of us, and I don't think anyone would have...you know...made fun of anything." Not that he was certain really what there was to be made fun of. Well, other than the fact that he was apparently a lot more pale than he'd previously realized. "I wasn't wearing all that many layers last night, though. It would've been a really short game." That actually made him laugh, good-humored and almost a little nervous, though he didn't know why. "Might have been fun with a rule like...getting to wear the clothes you win."