Half expecting a Centurion, if it was the man's only wealth in the place, he actually seemed curious when it was just a Visa. Decent, he expected, but not his usual clientele. "Oh, I think we can work with this, certainly. We'll start you at, say, five thousand, work from there?" It took him a second to backtrack. "Oh, erm. The pound has gone through quite a bit of inflation, in the last century. The table minimum is usually ten. Thousand. I'd say your good for it." He slid the man ten thousand in chips, pocketing the card to run when they had to actually settle the finances.