He is having second thoughts. Hell at this point he's having fifth and sixth thoughts.

Both of them have the best poker faces in existence, giving nothing away, yet they're still emanating auras of massive concern. Right now Max could have all four aces and still be worried that Skulduggery was going to beat him.

"No table standing or shouting." Because even if Skulduggery loses he doesn't really want everyone looking at them as they play some bizarre version of reverse strip poker. It also occurs to him that no matter who wins here, they both kind of lose being seen with the one in the shirt. This is the worst bet he's ever made.

The next card he flips is the Ace of Spades.

"Well. That's... ominous."

He taps his fingers on the table before flipping the next, a Queen of diamonds. That is a lot of diamonds, and none of them help him at all, he still just has a straight: 5, 6, 7, 8 and 9. All different suits. Hn.

Moment of truth. He sets them down tentatively. A straight is still good, it beats a two pair hand or three of a kind. But.. so many diamonds.

He is concerned.