Valkyrie | Klaus
Valkyrie carried herself like someone aware of more than just one thing. Klaus was - well he wasn't quite that good. He liked to devote himself fully to one thing at a time and for a moment that had been the man that had been bothering them and then Valkyrie's hand was on him bringing his attention back to the game after she'd gotten a little jab in there at the end and he couldn't help but be pleased about the whole thing.
Klaus could be like that too, his touch was an easy thing that he never thought much about until he was using it as a weapon. He felt a little of that in the way Val touched him, not as a weapon, but pointedly. And he turned back to the game his attention fully there once more.
"I like a bold choice from time to time." He admitted with a grin, seeing their stacks of chips. "You know I think we've done quite a bit of winning. And this table is starting to give off a bad energy. Maybe we should see about that make over." He suggested. She might not need one technically, but Klaus did love any excuse for a bit of fashion, and Valkyrie presented a perfect excuse.