"Not exactly." He responded, reaching into the pocket of his waistcoat and coming out with a few unmarked bills, tossing them onto the table. Of course, the currency came with the glitch. And he was hoping, really hoping, that it belonged to a nefarious sort come to collect. In turn, he received some cards for what he offered - humming a thoughtful note to himself as he checked them over.

It wasn't like he cared whether he won or lost. It wasn't as if it was his money. If anyone ever did come for it - it'd likely be the most excitement he got since arriving.