A mouth opens and shuts, and then opens again before reconsidering the response all over again. Finally there is just a helpless sigh and a shrug. "I can tell you that I encounter fear and distrust where I go because of how I look. I can also tell you that I was born to human parents who wanted a child very badly and made a pact with the wrong being." Her hand absently move to one of her slick backed horns and the band of silver studded with moonstones at the base. "You haven't? Horns are relatively common among my kind and the outer planner demons and monsters of my world."

What the hell is that being? "I like the hat," she does like the hat actually, it is so absurd that she has to like it. "It's all about being able to read people, cards, and there is a small amount of luck involved." A look over at Sam comes with a broad, grin, flashing slightly elongated canine teeth. "We should play, or you should show me how this game works."