What was she trying to imply? He'd been quite clear, hadn't he? While he didn't blame her unduly for the way that things had ended between them, they were quite certainly ended. Her talk of seeing the round through made no sense. Their round was through, and he had given her no glimmer of hope that it might not be.

"I believe our round is finished," he said coolly, as he placed a final card down on the table. Luckily the metaphor seemed to bear him out, as he hear the bustle of others wrapping up their conversations and moving on to the next tables even as he said this. "I wish you better luck with the rest of your game," he said, collapsing his hand into a small pile and gathering the remaining deck in his other hand, preparing to move.