Vegas died and so did my heart(Thara)

"Damn. And here you were so close, Thara. All you had to do was spout the first bullshit answer that came into your head. And you would've joined me in the land of milk and honey. Let this be your final lesson, then; sometimes, the way to get what you want is to simply give up on attaining it. Charity can go infinitely further than greed, betimes."

He turned away, his entire body spasming once more, as if he were caught in the middle of a snowstorm and suffering hypothermia. His entire being, down to the cellular level, seemed to be having trouble staying together...and a split second later, a pair of wings burst from his back, every inch covered in strange red markings that almost resembled tattoos. He didn't say another word for several long moments, simply let her eyes set on the familiar vision of a man who had been gone without a trace for well over a year now.

"You can have your book back. It's yours by right. And now I do believe that I have to call our delightful little romp to an end. You see, I am still on the clock, and I have invested a truly inappropriate amount of time on a single guest, for a pittance. I do think it's about time we start indulging in some roulette. Enjoy your life, Danava. I wouldn't dream of taking it from you, now that you've earned it in the fashion of all humans."

He paused for a second longer, not turning to face her, but simply letting out a low, amused hissing sound that almost seemed to resemble a man clearing their throat, before he rose a hand to his chin, and spoke in tones of someone speaking in a hypnotic trance, or one who was trying very hard to remember something that he hadn't heard in a very long time.

"Oh, yes. You did forget one difference between the two, Thara. The house always wins."