"This is you going easy?" Zephyr quirks a smile in return. He likes the cards well enough, but he loses just as many as he wins, with Kit.

He's never quite bothered to ask what salroka means. It doesn't sound like an insult, the way Kit says it, and that's good enough.

He shrugs, rolling his shoulders, and tucks a leg up under him, shifting his weight so he doesn't get too stiff in the chair. It's been a longish night. Pleasant; but long. "Go on and deal, bud. I'm not going anywhere. Bring it."