That's kinda the point. You ain't supposed to. If I have one to begin with.

[Neener neener. Of COURSE Husk isn't going to let his tell be found so easily. Once done looking at his cards, he places them down on the table and sets a hand firmly down on them, smirking because he was ordered a drink unprompted.]

Your celebrity status don't mean s♠♣♥ here, but you're still a hellborn. And a succubus at that. Chances are pretty damn high.