[He spun the dealer's chip along his hands, the illusion gone. The dealer was staring at the pair of them, but they were a part of the gambling hall and knew tales concerning the mischievous cat-spirit that had always played the worse gamblers that came through the doors. When he laid the chip down for them and stood up to leave, the dealer bowed before accepting it.]

Oh, I suppose it's only because I know the score better here. I bet if I had been later, you would have moved first.

[He glanced at the other fae, assessing him for a moment, before purring his next words.] Let me buy you a drink. I haven't met many of our kind around here lately and it's been a little dull.