She peeks at him from behind her cards as he sips to make sure the action isn't causing him any pain. But he tolerates it well and she finds herself admiring him all the more. But the game requires her attention and she selects another card, pouting at her failure to match up her two remaining cards so she can have gin.

"I do declare; I think the card I need has scurried away under the settee somewhere." It's punctuated with a slight huff of irritation.