"Perfectly fair." His expression hovers somewhere between wistful and wry. Luke stalls on the edge of a boat, scrubs a hand through his hair, and nods in agreement. "And I whole-heartedly can appreciate that."

"And, just think, so long as we keep to lighter topics, I won't see you looking like a wet tooka and, in turn, I won't feel bad about fleecing you at cards." Or chess. Or any other game they might choose to play. It's not that Luke is mercenary, per se, just that he believes that all games are best played with stakes.