Le Chiffre, being the mathematical genius he is, likes to show off his skills in poker. You, confident in your own skills, have challenged him to a game of no-limit poker. It was your turn, and the room fell into a tense silence as you weighed your options, your gaze fixed on the cards in your hand. Silent.

Across from you, Le Chiffre sat like a hawk, his sharp eyes tracking your every movement, trying to predict for a clue to your next move. His inhaler rested on the table, and with a deliberate calmness, he picked it up, took a measured puff, and set it back down. He was a patient man; he could sit there for hours, as long as it meant he could play some poker.