He was looking forward to the latter part of the evening, when they were squirming, desperate to find some chink in his armor. Winning at poker is a lot like conning someone. Let them get a few wins under their belt, let them start to ramp their hopes up and get bolder, then blow them away. "So, Sarah, she told you what happens if you lose, yes? I'm surprised you let her talk you into this. Pretty girl like you. Besides, she told me you're a law student. That means you're smart, and I'm sure you can think of all sorts of things I can do with two pretty girls." He laughed a little bit, as he picked up his scotch and took a sip from it. "But I suppose you'll find out soon enough."<br/><br/>Ever had been a decent enough player the night before, but she made a couple of classic mistakes - she overbluffed and thought he wouldn't catch her at it, and she couldn't read him, other than what he wanted her to, which was often the wrong thing anyway. As Sarah came over to the table, he took her hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing the back of it, his eyes never once leaving her face. "I'm glad she did talk you into coming, though. You truly are as lovely as she promised." He let her hands slide from his fingertips and picked up the deck of cards from the table, shuffling it several times over before handing it to Ever to cut, then cutting it himself, then handing it Sarah to cut, before finally dealing two hands, two cards each - Texas Hold'em, naturally. "I gave us each chip stacks equal to the ones we started with last night, 50K each, and I figured that would be sufficient. As the guest, you get to open."<br/><br/>And then they were off. He let her win the first couple of hands, tiny increments of chips only, before he took one hand for himself, winning back everything that he'd lost so far and a little more, just to gauge their reactions.