"Uh-huh." He laughed, soft and warm. He'd never once considered a skin care routine, personally--unless getting an awful sunburn and nearly going feral for the after sun gel counted. He never tanned, honestly, always burned; it was part of why his skin was so fair. "Mmm. I'm also not a vampire and I'm into it." As if that wasn't obvious, by now.

Nodding, slow and thoughtful, he said, "Sounds sorta like Swan. He's one of my friends, fucking loves any kind of shooter games. He can get competitive sometimes, but you know- not in a massive bag of dicks kind of way." RPGs were a little more...fuzzy to Kavinsky. He couldn't say he was sure what games, specifically, fell into that genre besides really obvious ones, but he wasn't feeling inclined to admit that.

But then his thoughts backtracked a bit, snagging on another particular thing. "You own a whole ass hotel in Vegas? I bet that was pricey." He was interested and curious- and then he laughed again. "Yeah, that's kind of the whole point about strip poker." Probably.

It didn't escape his notice that Ash remembered what he'd had to drink before. It was thoughtful in the sort of way Kavinsky wasn't used to, but he didn't dwell on how most people didn't give enough of a single fuck about him. "I dunno- I'm not exactly the nerdy research type." And what other options were there? At least, according to every piece of media he'd ever seen about heroic teams.