Hindsight says Nara'a might've jumped enough to hit him with some spell or something. But Dabi plays his cards right and doesn't get smote for the transgression. He watches the dealer and miqo'te go head to head for a brief, tense moment... and the sorcerer loses his chips. Not a bad loss, given the few number of chips surrendered.

"Oy, I don't look grumpy." Yes he does. Well, granted most of the time he just looks tired and bored, with a bad case of blase RBF as well. So yeah, grumpy. Then again, when Dabi smiles, it's usually not a positive thing. He glances down at the man's tail, then promptly pushes one leg upward on his toes, loops Nara'a's tail under and around his thigh, and lowers his leg back down, with the lion-like tuft sitting on the inside of his thigh. "Done."

Now it's secure. As for those ears... well... He'd need a hood. And that might not even stop them.

"Got my eye on a few options. I'll see how my luck holds up."