He did, in fact, pull one over on Dylan, if the sense of confusion that meets that victory is any indication. He knows that Jack is magic and magic, both, that if he couldn't have done that with simple sleight of hand, then there are other ways, but he still doesn't understand how Jack did it -- or where the poker goes when Jack tosses it away, not able to spot the edges of an illusion or a sign of it beneath his coat.

He'll asks him about it later, he thinks. For now, he very deliberately gives up on it and grounds himself, kicking Jack back into the wall. A sense of his worry persists. He's pleased that he trusts the Horsemen, that more than part of the point, but -- please. Please be careful. It's all but killed him, being without him for a year, for having to play the role of antagonist, now. It will kill him to lose Jack, and he won't know, won't know until the end, if he's okay.