Derevko stared at the hand, and there must've been something in his expression that made him a Goddamn open book to Harlowe, because it was pretty obvious that the scarred Agent had a hand that was worth approximately nothing at all, and he was furious at it.
On the other hand, his eyes were still working.
Resisting Harlowe's read failure, spotted Jacque
"Hey, fuckwit, if you're going to try and cheat, I'm going to come over there and put your eurotrash face through the table," Derevko said, in what might have been his friendly mode. "If you need pocket change that fucking badly, I'll give you some."