"Perhaps he would be, with a second pair of eyes," the Outsider purrs, stretching a bit in his seat. For the moment, he has all the grace of a content cat, lazily watching the shuffling of the deck and the pouring of wine.

It's a lazy ease with which he beckons his wine glass to him; he uses his magic so rarely for anything outside of combat these days that being able to do so without fear of judgement is a relief. It's caught in careful fingers and he takes his own sip, chuckling softly against the glass at the name of the game.

"I do like the name, if nothing else. I believe there is a similar one that the sailors sometimes play in my own world." Might as well save the more complex games for when they've had more to drink. That's a good plan, right?