High-stakes poker

"Say, do you know how to play poker?" asks Faust with a smile. It takes you a second to pretend you weren't staring at his still-exposed chest. "A little bit". You are beeing humble, you're actualy a great poker player. And a great liar. Not that you are going to tell him that

"We got nothing better to do, what do you think if we start a game? And, let's say, each hand lost you drink a shot?". Was he trying to get you drunk? What a devious little devil. Too bad for him, you're half scotish and can drink gallons before getting drunk. Another thing you aren't gonna tell him

"Dosen't seem like a fair wager. I don't know much about demons, but I would bet you get drunk a lot slower than mortals, specialy one your size. Shouldn't I get something else as well?". If you can get to him to answer questions this could be a prime way to gather information about demons. It's not allways that you get to hang out with one, let alone one this powerfull

"Maybe you'r right, what if I trow in a little extra something then? Say, I take off a piece of clothing every time I lose?", You blush red, and he continues, "And then once I'm out of clothes..." "ALRIGHT FORGET I SAID ANYTHING LET'S JUST PLAY" you interrupt him before you die of embarassment. And so the game begins, Faust lauthing his ass off and you desperately trying to hide your embarassment (and the growing bulge in your robe)

You manage to execute your plan with great success. You lose several rounds on purpose and pretend to be drunk, getting Faust to lower his guard. He thinks you'r about to fall pass out or something and he's down to his tong, his underwear long gone (much to your distraction), so the game is nearing it's finale

Faust gets up and streches a little bit, no doubt to let you have a full view of his almost naked, muscular body, before starting "The game's almost over, how about we make this last round a bit more intresting?". You mutter a response, still pretending to be drunk, "whaaaaaaaaaat do y..." he interupts you