[He taps his fingers on the edge of the bar, twitchy and restless. He wants something in his fingers, a cigar, a drink, something. The drink has left him slightly raw, exposes that slight nervous energy that led him to marking cards and lifting priceless antiquities.]

Ah well, you win some you lose some.

[He smiles again, a little more far-away, a little fond.]

I had a boat. She was a real beauty. Got her as partial payment for a Ming knickknack, if you'd believe it. I shoulda been mad but-

[He laugh's, waves his free hand in a dismissive gesture. That says it all. He'd had debts to repay, he needed the cash, but god, he loved that boat.]