Steve didn't have to rush him, it was just a game, no one was going anywhere and Tony had to smile at Rhodes. "Sounds like a good night," he observed, very chipper and maybe just a little bit unnecessarily loud as he discarded a card with a flourish then demanded, "Hit me," of the dealer. "Hey," he protested at the question, protecting his privacy with the curve of his shoulder and the cards to his chest, not appreciating the invasion if Rhodey wasn't going to share either, "You don't want to know." It wasn't a particularly weighty secret to tease a good one out of Rhodey, but Tony was working on it, he was just gathering momentum.