Antonin shook his head and laughed, "Gold is too cold and lumpy," he told Morag. "I much prefer a soft, warm bed, and soft, warm companionship."
"But we know now you only had bad feelings about the elves because your magic and theirs interacted. I'm less concerned about our daughter reacting to house elf magic than I am about whether or not Gabrielle could cope with a baby with our ability with fire. It would be a shame if she was frightened of our little one. You should find that out first, before making your nefarious plans," Antonin said with a smile.
"I'll play until you are bored, or Gabrielle wants to leave," he told Morag. "If you are fine, I am fine. Besides, they still have some money left."
Antonin took his seat at the poker table and the game resumed. He didn't win any more large pots - his opponents were catching on - but he did continue to win small amounts fairly regularly as the night went on.