Leon snorts, not quite buying that. He's not a sore enough loser to genuinely care when they're playing for fun - it's more funny to him than anything else.

"You sure? They've gotta get their kicks somewhere, right?"

He's teasing, but between the wide array of different people at the table and the shit they've all been through, he knows not to push too hard on the subject of faith and gods, and changes the subject once he's gotten that last jab out of his system.

"So where is it you're from again? Somewhere that doesn't have poker, but I'm guessing that doesn't narrow it down that much."