"Offering me a pity fuck?" he said with a tsk, shaking his head. "That'll cost you." He pushed a good stack of chips into the pot, knowing he had the nuts on this hand, having flopped a straight flush, and while he could tell she had something decent, he knew it wouldn't be enough. Still, he tried to make enough of the bravado that it looked like he might have been bluffing, and sure enough, he'd played it absolutely right, so she thought he was overbetting the pot, and called him. That was her biggest mistake that she kept making - she called a lot, rather than folding or raising, which let him set the terms of the game, and he was using that to his advantage, no doubt. When she called him and he flipped over his cards, he saw her face sink a bit more, and when he reached forward to scoop up the mass of chips, it was clear he'd just halved her stack with that one hand alone, and she was starting to run shallow on chips.<br/><br/>He glanced over at Sarah, seeing her fidget and squirm, offering her a kind smile. "Have some more scotch, Sarah," he said with a sly smile. "It'll help calm your nerves a little. Tell me a little more about yourself, how you two became roommates, what you're afraid I'll do if I win..." He even winked at her. "You could even try and distract me a little. Might help Ever's chances a little, and the only thing it'll hurt is your pride. Of course, if I win, you know I'll be seeing it all anyway." He reached over and placed his hand atop of hers for a second, squeezing it gingerly, his touch warm and a bit controlling before he slid his hand back.