"Well shit, what's stoppin' me from winnin' everything you got, then?" He was teasing, contriving a playful tone to match hers and continue to pull himself back from the momentary dissociation he had. That it wasn't a casino and he wouldn't lose any prizes was obvious, certainly, but he still liked making her say it out loud. He did smirk at landing the shot at her pigtail. He was glad the gun didn't decide to pull a trick on him and he managed to get it, and that she didn't move so much to get herself hurt - fancy little trick or no, this type of setting wasn't one he wished harm on anyone.

He opted not to comment on the fact he didn't have the temperament to be a Fool - whatever that meant. Based on her own behavior he would imagine the persona he put on was far too serious, and the way he dissociated would collapse the game that she was playing were he to try.

"Single use?" He asked as he picked up one of the masks, looking it over front and back. V almost asked what that meant when a mask was just a mask, but he figured there was some other trick to this as well. A gun that sometimes misfired like a cartoon, a woman that could somehow fake her death with a double in a way that V flat out could not explain. Of course there was some trick with this.

"What's it do to be 'single use'?" In truth, he was just going to take it to his apartment and put it on display like all of the other items he'd won or been gifted from the acquaintances he'd met since finding out he was a dead man walking.