Charity/Cian; after the game. - COMPLETE
"Just pointing out how it looks, goldie," he said with a chuckle. Sure, her face was nice enough under the mask, but why tell her what the idiot nobles could? She didn't want his compliments any more than he wanted to hand them out. "You want someone to compliment you, find a dimwitted nobleman. You want witty repartee, find an Orator. I just play poker. Tonight, better than you. Next time, I guess we'll see. Keep clear of dark alleys," he added as she walked away. "Lots of muggers looking for a quick gil. Wouldn't want you to break a fingernail."
And don't let the door hit your ass on the way out.