"I admit that I am the tortoise," claimed Gin, with a wide grin. Of course it was an utter complete lie, since he knew from his dreams that he was among the fastest and backstabbiest out of all of his peers. "And you, Miss Valentine, are a charmer. I'll haveta be wary of you and your wily gypsy ways."
After popping a twenty in the tip jar, Gin took her hand, leaned up over the bar, and snuck a quick kiss on the lips like MWAH. Done like a true schneaky schneaky thief. "Thanks for the drink."