The drink goes back easy enough, it's not great but it's far from the worst thing he's ever had. And it'll do it's job. Seems to have loosened Cutter up a bit already. He gets the feeling this isn't the first time Chloe's heard this line, judging by her expression. But hell, he's supposed to be making nice. Besides, Bond.

"Which one was that? I can't say I like that Dalton fella much. He's just not my Bond."

When his little stack of cards is complete he keeps them pinned to the table, just folds up the edges and take a quick look before wincing. Well all-right then.

"Bet," he says, pushes a chip in the center to join the small ante. He's not to worried about it yet, first hand is just testing the water, anyhow.