[Gavial might've seen Byleth's poker face break when the buxom woman had taken her turn, his expression turning into one of mild bafflement at her enthusiastically shaking her bosom. He even looked like he was going to comment, but after a pause let her bluff slide unchallenged, fixing his gaze instead onto his other companion: Gavial.
Byleth was observant, and on the battlefield he felt like he could read a person quite well. But in general? He was abysmal. He hawkishly watched her shake her cup and slam it down, his gaze practically laser-focused on her as she declared her result, like if he stared hard enough he could peer into her head and pluck the answer right from her skull.
No dice (pun intended).]
Hm.
[Was he contesting? Was he going to let it slide-?]
no subject
Byleth was observant, and on the battlefield he felt like he could read a person quite well. But in general? He was abysmal. He hawkishly watched her shake her cup and slam it down, his gaze practically laser-focused on her as she declared her result, like if he stared hard enough he could peer into her head and pluck the answer right from her skull.
No dice (pun intended).]
Hm.
[Was he contesting? Was he going to let it slide-?]
You're bluffing.