Her giggle fuelled his own warm and rich laugh. "Oh Gabrielle, if only all gamblers were more responsible like you - quitting when they are ahead. Although I suppose someone rich and beautiful does need one little vice, now and then."
He heard her mention cards, then stop. When she spoke of card tricks, he looked confused. But she seemed to have sparkled some sort of memory - something that made her face light up even more. It was a fascinating insight into who she was - something more than just another beautiful woman.
But as she paused, he stopped. "What, you mean like this?" He put his hand to flick a curl that dared to escape errantly from behind her ear, only to produce another of the gambling chips. Holding a smirk, he shook his head. "I think everyone's grandfather had someone who did those tricks for us." He remembered his own Nonna, or was it some great aunt, who used to do something similar?
He handed her the chip and glanced at the other tables. "Perhaps we could take a little air, and tell me more about these card tricks." They stood near a door that lead to a balcony, and a stunning view over the busy streets of London. It was a good enough reason to take a break, and he was enamoured by the fact she seemed so innocent, yet lurking under the surface...