Adam considers this for a moment. There's a certain power in being able to reveal someone's impersonation, in being able to betray someone at a disadvantage.

But there's also often benefit in withholding knowledge. It harms Adam none, this charade. And, quite honestly, it amuses him. It's been a while since he came across someone so skilled. Why ruin it now?

"I certainly hope so," he says, inoffensively, as if this conversation is nothing more than a polite exchange of pleasantries. But there's a slight tilt of his head, a brief glance that says I know and I don't care, before he looks to the dealer.