Simon made a show of animatedly slipping the cards over and under each other, though he watched her more than the pair in his hands. It was a show for her, where he grinned, winked, make a fuss while his thumbs ran over the backs of the cards, looking for a crease, a dent - anything that might indicate a difference he could exploit.
They were newer cards - too new for easy exploitation. Resigned to this fact, he dropped them on the bar counter with a flourish, gesturing to them with a wave of his hands. "There! Expertly shuffled."