[ In general, Lambert hadn't really been one for the Carnival's rides. The first time around, he'd been too busy hunting down whoever ran this place to demand a bargain; the second, he'd been preoccupied with getting his new horse settled in.

Of course it figured that the one time he actually deigns to try one of the rides is a time that it would break down like this. At his companion's question, he glanced over with a smirk. Curiously, he didn't look all that different from her -- scales creep up the back of his neck, horns curl away from his face, and a distinctly dragon-like tail peeks out from under his coat -- but instead of jet black, his more beastly features are in a glimmering gold. The sharp teeth and talons lent him a distinctly predatory air as he tapped his fingers on his thigh, and shrugged: ]

I have cards, but not the kind you're probably thinking of. Not enough to play a game with, anyway, so I guess we're out of luck.