Pin-drop silence spread throughout the chamber. Michael held Devil's gaze, his expression unreadable, while Devil studied him closely, searching for even the slightest crack.
"I suppose I should ask what gave me away…" Michael exhaled slowly. "Though, when I think about it, there were probably too many signs to count."
Devil scoffed.
"You want to know where you slipped up? Despite what you might think, it wasn't your ability to somehow bullshit a victory out of any impossible-to-win situation… It was your demeanor. A young man such as yourself shouldn't be able to control his primal desires to such a degree. Especially when you are surrounded by so many beautiful women that are ready to jump on you at every opportunity."
Michael stared blankly at Devil before erupting into laughter.
"Incredible…" He praised. "You really have a knack for making any tense situation utterly ridiculous."
Michael's laughter gradually died down, the silence returning.
"Yes. I am a Regressor."
