( by principle, kyrie had a preference for these sorts of individuals. those who would let curiosity overpower their reservations. occasionally, this went in tune for those who acted more on their impulses and yearnings... but, obviously enough, he hasn't quite scrutinized the stranger in front of him sufficiently enough to derive such a conclusion. but, somehow he has his doubts on him... being such a simple man.

regardless, he appreciated those who held these characteristics, if just for the principle that they provided the most entertainment. the less cowardly and more forward, the better. the more he could relish in their exchanges. but, notwithstanding that, he discovers a smile gently forming on his lips. )

You could call it gamble. ( ... ) We'll start simply. We'll list three things. Two truths and one lie. ( he moves a finger out, gently displaying the numbers as he speaks. ) Then, we'll try to distinguish one another's lie. ( he gives a brief wave of his hand. ) Naturally, it hinges on the other party's virtue of being honest, however... I won't waste your time. All games don't come without wagers. As for what the winner receives—

Since I'm at the advantage of making the rules, should I leave that to your discretion?