"S-So, what… What are we playing?" he asked, and only then did Jacques smile and lift his sword away, resting the blade across his lap, his horn still lit, helping illuminate the dark room. It was all the better to suddenly grab the sword and put it to work if Quartz ever regained his bravery to attempt something. He briefly explained the rules before they set to playing a game, and another, and another after that, rarely talking. An altercation like that can sour the mood somewhat, you understand.