He'd always want to have his fortune read...but uh oh! This got a bit too close to home already! Gin almost eyedarted but the smile on his face never faltered. Still, even then, it was like a fun game...that he'd have to find an escape route out of, maaaaaaaybe.
"I guess I'm kinda like that Austin Powers guy, a man of mystery," he joked, leaning forward and giving the gypsy a smooch on the cheek, followed by a cheeky smile. "Dunno about deadly, though? More like I'm kinda slow an' forgetful."
He wasn't, but heck...she didn't need to know that. He was still at ease, at least, not so much as a twitch caused by nerves or discomfort. Even his pulse was steady. If anything, Gin had a whooooooooooooooole lotta self-control. It came across as lazy, almost.
"How much I owe ya for the drink and the fortune?" he asked, with a sly wink.