The aforementioned table is surprisingly familiar. Oh, sure, it looks like a bomb had gone off on it, but every card table did after about a year of ownership. He's surprised, with everything this place had presented to him, that it wasn't just a couple of barrels with some planks stacked on top. Folding chairs and all. It was practically home.

He pulls out the chair closest to the door, graciously takes the bonus of getting to watch Chloe walk out of the room with only the slightest tilt of his head.

He laughs at that, strip poker is exactly half tempting at the moment. Usually nobody loses, but, well- "Your house, your rules sweetheart."