James was confused and just as surprised as Raijiin to hear that someone had apparently subdued his inner demon's family. as he was lead toward Death's shop, he answered the half breed with no remorse and surprisingly no demonic interjections were made. "you may call me James, my friend, but unfortunately, I have terrible luck with games. In fact my win count during my lifetime totals to 1."<br/><br/>This last statement couldn't be more true, and had he not been cheating, he would have lost that game as well, but he was never going to do that again, as it cost him a scar across his back. he had never shared this with anyone, but decided now was as good a time as any. making it look like an accident, he stumbled and let his shirt rip slightly in the back, revealing the mark he got for trying to cheat his way into a fortune.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry," he lied, "you were not supposed to see my punishment for winning by way of trickery. I have not allowed that to heal to remind me to be honest in everything I do, unfortunately, the Demon," he spat to emphasize his hatred toward the Fire Demon, "has other ideas about honesty."<br/><br/>he began to limp toward the voodoo shop's entrance, as he was still weak from not ingesting any flames lately. "Hell if I know what to give him, Since I'll most likely lose this game as well. Lady Luck has never been with me anyway." he opened the door, but turned back to the half-breed and said "since I will probably not be the same when I exit, I wish you the best of luck with Miss Raylyn." and he walked inside, dreading what death would ask for in this game for control of the demon's will, after all it could be anything since knowing the Reaper's wishes was beyond him.