damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, |
His card tricks might have been impressive to anyone else outside of the Thieves' Guild, but both women could hardly bat a lash in surprise. Even so, Damia raised her brows in mock awe, not waiting a moment to ask permission with her eyes before reaching out to pull out one of the cards from the deck.
Sliding it out between index and thumb, she held it face up to Ari for her to memorize. In the interest of putting on a less than obvious display, the corsair smiled. "Got it, darling?"
Not a joker, but still certainly a joke; the queen of diamonds looked out from the card. Ari kept a remarkably straight face, considering -- what better card for a pair of lady thieves, after all? "Indeed," she said, nodding her head for Damia to slip the card back into the waiting deck.
To her left, Damia, whose own poker face surfaced to mask the identity of the card, quietly slipped said card face down back into the deck, finally glancing up to meet the 'magician's' face.
"And what card did we draw, sir?"