Silas winked away from the group as if he'd never been there, the way a silverfish is there one second and not the next. The cigarettes lay against the scarred bar-top, but it hadn't been his cigarettes Eve had planned to take from him. Her fingers curl-curved around the packet, tightened til the cardboard crumpled and then she turned back to look at Varian, eyes bright with irritation. Being propositioned had been a laugh, a game, a mask behind which the real reasons peeped behind like a child behind the banisters, now -- Eve leaned across the bar, propped an elbow, cupped her chin in hand.
"Is this the part where you tell me you're unforgettable?" she asked with apparent vagueness, her voice soaked in sweetness. One mark for another, she supposed that was all right. And this one would have something in his (her?) room worth taking.