After the evening meal, Jareth always wants to play cards. Poker is his game, and he’ll sit in the lounge for hours shuffling and reshuffling the deck, waiting for someone to take him up on the offer. With that X-ray eye of his, though, most people are pretty wary of dealing into a game with him. Paol has a pack of cards made from a plastic polymer laced with lead, something Jareth’s modifications can’t penetrate. Whenever the captain brings out that deck, Jareth’s face falls. “I don’t cheat,” he once said, pouting. “Don’t you trust me?”
“With my life,” Paol answered. “But at cards? Shyeah. Try again.”