Blaise snorted, rolling his eyes. Theodore wasn't going to play but Blaise was just as stubborn and wouldn't let him go so easily. Placing a hand on Theodore's back, between his shoulder blades, he gave a small push with a wicked smile.
"Take a risk, Theodore. Play anything you want, really," he said, planning to not bet until Theodore had done so first. Now that he had resisted, Blaise was going to make a goal out of it.