"Yeah, but I sure would like to win more than one or two." Despite his words, Zephyr seems pretty happy with the arrangement they're in. He folds his cards together, sets them down.

Kit's a decent guy. There's probably a proper friendship brewing in here somewhere. Zephyr's going to try his best not to have a crisis about that, because he can practically feel the girls beating him over the head with it. "I mean, unless I've got the wrong idea and you're not having fun taking me for all I've got." The smile's a tiny bit brittle, but it's real.