John Constantine / Nyx Ulric
Nyx watched his cards and ordered to stand. "Detective, but for magic?" That was interesting. "How does one detective magic?" Nyx inquired glancing over to Constantine. Watching the hands go through their paces, between the those who lost and those who won. Focused more on John, Nyx raised a brow curiously.
"Me. I was a soldier." Key word there was, was. He wasn't sure what he was exactly now. Glorified gopher? Whatever. Nyx took a drink from the beer that was in his hand, before returning it to where it was sitting.