"You have a fair point."

He lights a cigarette, then offers her one. "There are two kinds of poker players. There're guys like me who play the odds. We look at statistics. We see what's possible, what's probable, what mathematics says we should and shouldn't do. When we take risks, they're calculated risks. When we win, it's because the odds were in our favor and we played it cool. When we lose, it's almost always because we fold."

He takes a thoughtful drag on his cigarette. "Then there's players like I think you'll turn out to be. Sure, you understand the likelihood of things turning out the way you want them, more or less, and you know when luck's against you. But you like things to be interesting, you like danger, and you know that sometimes people get lucky. When you win, it's because you bluff well and push people past their comfort zone. When you lose, it's usually because you overextend yourself in the hopes that things will turn around."

A shrug. It's not a psychological analysis, exactly, but it's about as close as he'll ever get.