Seems so.

[ He takes a small cut from the top, swivels the short edge around his index finger, brings the packet below, around, then back atop the deck – a move meant to confound and impress, and one of his favored tricks in life. Showing off a bit, apparently, now that he has an audience. ]

I find I have an abundance of time with which to practice.

[ It's odd, how comfortable he feels with her – and maybe at another time, he'd notice how close they are, make some teasing comment on how completely inappropriate their current position is to make her blush. Faraday, sitting on her bed, barely an arm's breadth away, while she sits in her nightclothes, wrapped in blankets.

As it stands, there's a relaxed nature to the atmosphere, something easy in the warm light of the fire and the lamp, and it slips his notice. He watches her braid her hair for a moment, the cards still moving in his hands – a simple, legitimate overhand shuffle, this time. ]

Can't do the really fancy stuff yet, though, but I think I'm getting there.