Re: At the Roulette Wheels
"I think I'd try to get them home," he said, without batting a lash at the accusation. No, this wasn't the sort of man to set a bunch of civilians loose in the madness to fend for themselves. "And if they wanted to stay, I'd rather see them do that of their own volition."
He glanced to the gouge when she mentioned being shot, then looked back up. Ivy was a difficult woman to read. His eyes didn't linger on her in any of the expected places, didn't follow the long curve of her legs and her painted-on clothes, didn't marvel in the green glint in her skin. He followed her green eyes, and that was all.
He couldn't tell how much of what she said was real, and how much was feigned, and he had a very difficult time believing she was actually afraid of him - he wasn't that naive. But he did know that he hadn't come to the casino to kill anyone, just to see some people get out safely. When she suggested he drop the gun and head somewhere quieter with her, he weighed it for a moment, then nodded. He lowered the gun, but didn't holster it, and didn't flick the safety back. If Ivy intended on killing him in return, she could easily have done so by giving the guard a quick nod.