Every neuron in his brain is screaming about how this is absolutely ridiculous. He knows this man, knows what he does for a living, and knows that it’s very likely he has a pretty good poker face. But blatant egotism and a complete disregard for the rules of the game weren’t things that he’d been expecting.
That’s got to be it - just a refusal to give up. There is absolutely no way that his opponent hasn’t busted.
He has to school his expression into indifference to keep himself calm. There’s a quiet, intense annoyance building behind his temples and he can feel the headache start to set in. He’ll need some aspirin in a few minutes.
"Your ability to do anything is irrelevant here. Unless you can somehow change the faces of the cards that are placed in front of you, there’s nothing you can do, short of counting the cards and praying to whatever God you believe in that you get the one you want." He’s icy, biting back all the caustic remarks he so intensely desires to make. "There’s a system you could use, sure, but if you’re not in control of the cards, there’s never going to be a one-hundred percent success rate, and therefore no reason to be so sure of yourself."
He has to take a deep breath, deep enough to feel one of the vertebrae in his back click into place. He doesn’t move to acquiesce this time. He refuses.
"Show me your cards, then," he says, and he is now serene, as if completely unbothered, "There’s only a four point eight percent chance of getting a blackjack with one deck. Four point eight percent, with just two to three cards. The probability of getting twenty-one with six is infinitesimal at best. This isn’t poker - it’s not about bluffing. Just admit you’re done."
"Oh, getting a little bit worked up now, are we?" The smile on Kamijo's face takes a darker turn as he listens to the other. Cheating? Really? "I don't need a system. I also don't need to count cards. Never have, and never will." He looks directly into the other's gaze for a few moments and then redirects this attention back to his cards and takes a few moments to put them in numerical order in his hand.
"I'm certain that I'm not really supposed to show you my cards. That's not how this game works; but if you insist, I guess I could let you see them so that you know how wrong you were about my hand." He slips his feet off the table, careful not to knock over his drink as he does so, and stands.
Kamijo's smile remains ever present on his lips as he imagines the other's reaction when he sees his hand. He'd been so adamant that his hand could not possibly be what it was, and he couldn't wait to lay his cards out and disprove all of his suspicions.
With a slight laugh, he lays his cards on the table one by one. First, he lays down a two, then a four, a three, another two, and one more three. He's destroyed the order he had so delicately placed his cards in, but he figures it doesn't really matter now anyway. "Now that you know I wasn't bluffing, how about that sixth card, hm?" He leans down and whispers the words into the man's ear with a slight tone of arrogance. "I'm certain I've got this game in the bag."
