Aimé was not used to card games, at least none that seemed fit for an evening with Lord Hurst and his society circle. He hadn't really been interested in gambling in Versailles. They didn't have an especially large fortune and losing it on the betting tables would have been disastrous for the family. He had often observed others at the habit though, invited to drape himself on the arm of whichever patron Antoine had selected for him from the rich dazzling array of Parisian Aristocracy and felt sure he had an upper-hand at least on the tricks and tells of his fellow gamers.
He could use the money Lord Hurst funded him as an allowance. There was no point in spending family money on a game and he could always win the money back later on something he did enjoy like horse racing. He knew Lord Hurst well enough now to know the man could never refuse a bet, especially if it was on one of his own racing stock.
“I don’t mind but nothing too difficult. I do not want to be at a disadvantage because you English know the rules while I’m still muddling through the terms.” He said lightly, picking up his glass to take a sip of the excellent wine.