Syrlya snorts, looking down at Childermass's hand before laying his cards on the table. Syrlya doesn't have a great hand either, so it's pure luck that it manages to win out Childermass's.

He glances over his shoulder again as a servant passes behind them to take some empty glasses to the bar. He reaches for his own, swirling the alcohol around inside it and staring into the glass as the cards are collected. "This is all very lavish... how long has it been since he'd had company?"

He says it with a light enough tone to easily be taken as curiosity rather than insult.