The Long Con

Colt had to grin. She was feisty, and her jab did not offend him either, seeming to laugh it off instead. [color=#c10300]“Well, I can only do my best with what I have and find, Miss.”[/color][color=#e82a1f] [/color] His body pitched forward, his free hand finding a pocket to place a toothpick between his lips. A habit, something to toy with and keep his wandering digits free and his mind sharp.

Acquiring the box, he let it fall against his chest as she spoke, lips pursing in thought. [color=#c10300]“You talked about pickpockets earlier, so.. I can’t really let you put it on without some collateral. How about… you hand me something to keep, while you see if it’s to your fancy, eh?” [/color]

That smile wasn’t true though, Colt could tell, but the jingle of her coin purse had him quickly grinning. It was so polite of her to narrow down his prize without much pressure.The stick caught between his teeth before finding the corner of his lips once again, as he teased opening the box for her. [color=#c10300]“I promise, it’s a fine thing. If you have the coin and, of course, if you like how it sits around that swan neckline of yours.”[/color] A bit of flirting didn’t go amiss. He was going to lighten her pockets shortly. It was only gentlemanly to leave her with some pretty words.