He watches Charlie shuffle and pointedly does not wear a pained expression. It's difficult, but hell, they're about to play poker. Still, either Cutter has no eye for this sort of thing, or he has a really, really good eye and wants Sully to think he doesn't. He decides to err on the side of caution, even though he's pretty sure his first instinct is right.

When Chloe sets down the glasses he smiles, all charm, and fills them to to brim, forgoes the wine entirely because it's poker, goddamn it. He pushes the first glass to Cutter, with the back of his hand, all diplomacy as it leaves a slightly damp streak on the cool aluminum. Mostly. Some sabotage, maybe. It is poker.

"Sounds just fine to me. Well, dealer? Sound like a plan?"