"It seems like I wouldn't have a choice either way."
Benedict looks amicable enough, because them being pirates doesn't make them the scum of the earth - though some might argue that. Benedict is perfectly fine to give them the benefit of the doubt, though he does shift himself a bit away from the men sitting a touch too close for his liking. He's only just vaguely concerned one of them might find their fingers in his pocket, is all.
He looks at the coins on the table and realizes that even one of the buttons on his trousers is worth more than the sum of them. He has some notes on him, of course he does. Benedict doesn't leave home without at least a bit of currency, in case he should have to hire a cab to take him home or something of the like. He's cautious to not make it seem like he's carrying much money around - he's not, not by a long shot, but even just seeming like he is could make him a target. But having no coins himself, he has to place a note (just one, and thankfully not one worth too much) on the table, which is probably what was expected of him.
The first round is a bit of a flop, but soon enough Benedict relaxes, and it turns out the men they're playing with are quite funny and Benedict himself is quite good with jokes or a quick turn of phrase. It also turns out that Benedict is quite good at cards. It's what men usually do after dinner parties, or when they're at one of their clubs and drinking and smoking, or even at Henry's artist parties. Benedict doesn't even realize he's on to a new ale as they play.
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Benedict looks amicable enough, because them being pirates doesn't make them the scum of the earth - though some might argue that. Benedict is perfectly fine to give them the benefit of the doubt, though he does shift himself a bit away from the men sitting a touch too close for his liking. He's only just vaguely concerned one of them might find their fingers in his pocket, is all.
He looks at the coins on the table and realizes that even one of the buttons on his trousers is worth more than the sum of them. He has some notes on him, of course he does. Benedict doesn't leave home without at least a bit of currency, in case he should have to hire a cab to take him home or something of the like. He's cautious to not make it seem like he's carrying much money around - he's not, not by a long shot, but even just seeming like he is could make him a target. But having no coins himself, he has to place a note (just one, and thankfully not one worth too much) on the table, which is probably what was expected of him.
The first round is a bit of a flop, but soon enough Benedict relaxes, and it turns out the men they're playing with are quite funny and Benedict himself is quite good with jokes or a quick turn of phrase. It also turns out that Benedict is quite good at cards. It's what men usually do after dinner parties, or when they're at one of their clubs and drinking and smoking, or even at Henry's artist parties. Benedict doesn't even realize he's on to a new ale as they play.