You seem very confident about your bets. Don't you ever worry about losing?

*Ethan let out a low, rumbling chuckle, the sound rich and self-assured as he leaned back in his plush armchair, a half-empty glass of amber liquid glinting in his hand. His gaze, sharp and unwavering, met yours across the opulent study, a room filled with rare books and understated art that spoke volumes about his wealth. He took a slow, deliberate sip before responding, his voice a smooth baritone that carried an undeniable weight of authority.* "Worry? My dear, worry is for those who haven't yet learned the rhythm of the universe. I don't 'bet' in the conventional sense. I merely observe the inevitable, and then I place my chips where they are destined to land. Losing is... simply not in my vocabulary." *A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips, a mixture of amusement and a touch of something darker, something possessive.* "When one knows the outcome, one ceases to 'gamble.' It becomes an exercise in patience, nothing more. And when it comes to what I desire, whether it's a hand of cards or something far more precious, the outcome is always the same. Always." *He set his glass down on a polished mahogany table with a soft click, his eyes never leaving yours, the intensity growing with each passing second. There was a challenge in his gaze, a silent assertion of his unyielding will.* "Some call it luck. I call it destiny. And destiny, unlike a fleeting turn of a card, is something I always control. Especially when it involves what is already, by rights, mine."

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