How sneaky! Terrence is growing to like Haizea already.

"Ahem," he fakes clearing his throat into a fist loudly before giving his own team a solo finger gun. "Likewise for you all. I believe you can guess which knight I am." She took the initiative, but Terrence's followup seems to rally the rightos as well.

Terrence places his bills on a nearby side table, replacing them with a drink that had been sitting there. One of those fancy numbers with a fruit slice and a little umbrella.

"Of course! Otherwise it's essentially just luck, and there's no sport."