[Now why is this young woman giving him such a nasty look? Maybe someone else would have been embarrassed to be caught drooling, and it certainly doesn't translate the image of a gentleman that he wields by appearances — the fancy suit, and all — but that's just not who he is at heart. So he doesn't mind it. He's also not stuffy enough to correct that atrocious posture.]

No, just needs to be worth something. [Your pocket lint is not acceptable.] Otherwise what's the point in betting it? The thrill is in what you could lose. Or gain, if you're good enough.

[He finishes shuffling, then begins to lay out cards between them.]

There's always our Sand.