He steeples his fingers, thinking about what she's saying, and more importantly, what she isn't.

"If it does, and somehow you can play a game of cards for your soul like you're making a deal with the metaphorical devil, the rules would be meaningless wouldn't they? Why would someone who brought us here to suffer be bound by any worldly ideas of honor. I'm not even sure they'd need to cheat, they wouldn't need to play the game at all."

However; he sees she's serious about all this, deadly serious. And that kind of determination isn't something he's going to dissuade - not if she might end up being the one to get them all out of here.

"That said, if it is a game, then there's always a chance you'll be the one to win. Someone has to right?"