Taking hits every time I play this game (слэш)

"House rules say no personal dice or cards can be used," Kim says smoothly, yet his fist clenches harder on the ones in his hands.
"I'm sure they can make an exception for you," The kid flutters the lashes on his wide, doe eyes — like fucking Bambi — and he doesn't bother to make space between them. One surprisingly strong arm drapes over Kim's shoulder, while the other cups against his arm like a demure lady clinging to her husband. He lists forward just enough that his breastbone touches Kim's shoulder. An insinuation, an offer, not an intimidation.
Kim knows every guard on his detail tonight is sharing confused glances with each other. This is the closest another human has been to Kim in several years, including his own family members.
One rather well-groomed eyebrow rises in challenge and Kim frowns in response.
"You're making no secret that you know who I am," He points out. Bambi shrugs carelessly.
"Does knowing who you are change my offer?"