"My technique, huh?" Noah said, eyeing her before smiling and lining up to shoot again. "Nah, doesn't bother me, watch all you want." He was nothing if not accommodating.
Luckily he made his next shot right before she told him she'd used to hustle pool and made an income from it, and he had to laugh at that. "Great, so basically if I played you, you'd beat me down 'til there was nothing left. Good to know." He didn't sound bothered by it; he wasn't one of those guys so full of machismo that it withered his dick if a woman beat him at something. "You could use that, maybe, if you wanted to barter with people for... whatever." He gestured with his free hand. "You know, since money doesn't matter here."