Jacen almost gave Tenel Ka a disapproving look. That little kitten was not trouble, he was just being determined. And maybe he would keep two.
He would never get tired of the sound of her accent, the lighter tones from Hapes sounding almost exotic. His own accent was a blend, some of his mother's from Alderaan and some from Coruscant, he only tended to slip into the brasher sound of his father's Corellian ancestry when he was tired. Or drunk. The result was something between American and British of this world, and right now he played up the British side, the colder, slightly cutting arrogance he needed to be to gain some interest.
Even if the interest in Tenel Ka's arm wasn't exactly something he liked. "You win some, you lose some," he shrugged. He pulled out a small wad of cash, throwing it onto the table. With his clothes being well made and his wife being beautiful, the implication was that there was much more where that came from.
"So, shall we play?"
There was a pause before the Kailiff in charge nodded and Jacen smirked, pulling out a chair for Tenel Ka and then sitting in another himself.
"Deal them in," the boss gestured to the dealer, who handed them each a pile of chips and dealt out the cards for the next hand.