He thought about being mock-indignant about her laugh putting him off, but in the end he just grinned to himself and kept his arm locked at the shoulder but loose at the elbow. Moving smoothly, he aimed carefully and then hit the cue ball just enough that the balls scattered all over the table.
Standing up straight again, he let everything come to rest and studied the table without looking back round at Peggy. "We're all wankers at times, yeah," he admitted, before pointing at one of the pockets with the tip of his cue. "1-ball in that pocket," he said, before bending back down and taking aim.