Tybalt has never bet one thing in his life, and wouldn't know if a bookie was robbing him blind or not. He nods, serious, even as the corner of his mouth ticks up. If he was also a cat, he'd probably be purring in some mischievous contentment. Not entirely uncommon for him, but it's nice.

"If I was betting, oh twenty, easy, per game. But no one else should bet that. Or we'd have to pay them?"

It's a question because, again,he's never bet one thing in his life.