kick, scratch, bite

fight about nothing, acting much like Dune, "my name is a killing word" he thrashes about, pitting himself against me about showing face, doing work ... acting human, student-esque. I don't fold, but rather check, finding that the bid comes back to me. I'm in.

He checks, not folds with, "I'm sorry", saving a raise or fold for another round.
It's penny-ante poker and the fool drops in twenties ... it goes on from there. He'll be a fun adult, right?