When Itachi played poker, he played it carefully. He waited, biding his time until the perfect opportunity to strike with his winning hand arose. Because he always won, some people accused him of cheating, but Pein knew differently. Itachi was merely an efficient and genius machine. And Itachi's poker face was perfect. It was a cold mask of ice- but, unlike most people, that visage lasted and lasted through the day and night, and he never looked any different. Even asleep, you could tell he was waiting and winning a game of poker.

As Pein hit the bed, his shirt stripped away, he remembered that. Poker with Itachi was a dangerous, dangerous game.