Something of the sort. ( He's not certain if he wants to impress the other man, but Aventurine does want to interest him, and he thinks -- for a man who likes strategy, who's willing to lead him away from the crowd and the bar they'd both been in for a little hands on demonstration... he thinks interest is the way to go. ) There's nothing quite like the thrill of chance, the rush after a win, and the empty, yawning void after it all leaves you.

( While the man's steps are long, his pace fast, Aventurine keeps pace easily enough. It allows him to get a better look at him in the light from the streetlamps; his face is fine, more than fine. He really wasn't far off the mark at thinking it looked like it was carved from marble. The sharp cheekbones, the curve of his nose. But all of that pales in the face of his eyes. Which, Aventurine knows, is ironic considering his own, but this man's deep reds and warm yellow...

There's no part of this man that is unattractive, and Aventurine would be a fool to let him escape before he can enjoy an evening with him. )

Though I've been known to enjoy something that takes a bit of planning. But if the payoff requires a bit of luck -- that's when I truly enjoy myself. ( So maybe he is a gambler. ) What about yourself? What does a man like you find so engaging bout strategy?