"Ah, yes, chance," Gabriel murmured, a smile on his lips that was somewhere between a smirk, plain nostalgia and wistfulness. "The best game of all. Sometimes."

He swigged his beer. There were times he'd visited casinos, and he'd always gone for the games of chance. Sure, he could manipulate them just like every other game in there, nudge the ball or die to come out what he wanted them to, but he didn't have to. And when he didn't, he had no idea what was going to happen. It wasn't like poker or blackjack, when he could simply see the players' souls, the dealer's hand, and couldn't help it.

"'Course, it'd do them some good," he added musingly. "Being taken down a few hundred notches. Wallowing in the mud, same as the monkeys." His intonation was mocking, mimicking of his brothers' customary insult, and he rolled his eyes. "Is our club exclusive or what?"