"What can I say, I learn best that way." Zephyr's grin is lazier, quieter, as he catches up the cards Kit has dealt to him and arranges them in his hand. Not the best assortment; but certainly not the worst he's seen that night, either. "You're just teaching me how to beat you. Again: bring it."

It's big talk. He can't help himself.

He shakes his head at the latter. "Nah, this is fine." His first drink is more than half-empty, but he's still nursing it, and he doesn't like to get too drunk.