˚‧☆。✧ oh, bah! you're forgetting the fact that you can't cheat your way through /every/ game ... especially not here. [his words are both a gentle reminder and a subtle threat all at once. with a practiced ease, he gathers the chips and coins before him, separating them with the quickest glances, his attention focused mostly on the thief that stood before him.] i'm DEALING, not gambling, and there's a whole line of people waiting for this table to be occupied. [there's frustration in his voice, his fingers drumming against the wooden table impatiently. EXPOSURE THERAPY CLEARLY SHOULDN'T BE AN OPTION FOR ADDICTS. he crosses one leg over the other, exhaling as he does so and seemingly all but melting in his seat. with an easy wave of his hand, he then overrides his previous sentence by offering:] -- but, hey, if you pay me enough, i can sit here and listen to you talk.