Mazikeen dealt the cards, watching as he took out a cigarette, but didn't light it. Instead he simply moved it around his fingers. She guessed it was a way to keep himself distracted. Or her distracted. Not like it would work. Mazikeen was not so easily distracted.
At his words, she smirked. "I think I can live with that, Remy. I am all about breaking rules. You survive hell without breaking a few of them after all."