Blackmore
"Just one? I'm not that cheap." He joked before rising off his couch and shaking her hand, or rather smothering it. The surprising thing was his touch felt warm, almost unnaturally so, like putting your hand in a bowl of hot soup.
He wonder what'd happen if he refused, so he was ready to walk out of the door with the coin. He took a step with that same grin, but when he completed it, he was just where he started, facing a different direction.
He realized it, of course, but that didn't help. His body just moved on its own. Scary, scary...
"Heh. So that's what I get for being a bad sport." He chuckled, his frame bulging up to tower in an even more imposing manner. Despite that, he looked absolutely thrilled and amused. "That's an interesting ability you have." He added, putting a hand on his hip. He held out his hand, as if expecting something.