[There’s a soft, quiet laugh as he leans back, picking his champagne flute back up from the bar and promptly downing the rest of its contents.]

Truthfully? I actually don’t know a word of what they’re saying. I made it up.

[He rolls his shoulders in a casual half shrug, idly spinning the glass about with his fingers.]

That’s part of the fun of the game though, I think. You’re only limited by your own imagination.