He raised his eyebrows. Enigma was very upfront, a trait he’d discovered that he liked. Her response, though, left him with more questions. It was just vague enough to hook him in, but Damon resisted launching a full scale interrogation. Instead he sat back for a moment and smile.
“Judge you?” He asked in an almost incredulous tone of voice. “Pot.” He pointed a finger at her. “Kettle.” He then pointed to himself. Damon had done much worse than steal things, which was what he imagined Enigma had done in her career. There were people in Lawrence who would attest to that.