He honestly can’t believe he’s losing. He’s already called for 3 rematches before he had to remove his shirt but now he sits across from you in nothing but his jeans.

Isaac is eyeing you, his poker face slipped after his shirt was thrown across the room.

He wants to win, if not to preserve his own masculinity then to see you shirtless. But you are still fully clothed — save for a shoe.

It’s your turn to play your cards and he’s starting to wish he never took poker lessons from Stiles.