She eyed him with derision and felt her anger drain out of her in a sudden torrent. It came and went like that sometimes, but likely because fighting people on her name, her family and all of that was old hat. Sure, it had a few new layers now (including new legal ones), but at it's core it was the same shit.
One of her lips pulled up in irritation before she took another drink from her fruity cocktail to cancel it out. It had taken some time before she liked her second form, but she was proud of it now, "Two predators, what do you have, a ferret?" How fitting would that be, but she doubted that life was that fair to give him an outer form that matched his inner self.
"Look at the end of the day, people are stupid. They are so stupid." Talking about a con, about a plan, made her relax more and made her feel more in her element at least. Less on edge, even if she shouldn't relax around Belmont, "And desperate, for what our father's gave us--an as an aside, I don't know about yours but plague mine and the horse he came in on--that it takes very little convincing for me to get my way from them." Briar waved a hand at the crowd around them, which was supposed to symbolize the stupid masses and was a generalization, granted.
This had been the first time in over a year where she talked like this, with someone who knew about her and it actually felt nice. This was her longest con, and she hadn't realized how it had started to wear on her until now, "Besides, worst comes to worst I could be one of my sisters for the day." Had she trusted him, had he been a fellow thief, or a drunk she was messing with, she would have used Marie's voice just then, but she didn't. Some cards needed to be hidden, though if she ever went after Belmont with serious intent it wouldn't be that way, she already knew that.