[ He grins as she rises up to his little dare. Maybe in life he would have masked how impressed he was with the performance out of some misplaced pride, some desire to seem more stoic than he truly is. Now, though, he doesn't bother. He plucks the card from her fingers again and places it face up on the table. ]

One of these days, I might actually convince you to put these little tricks to the test in some groggery. See if you can swindle men outta their cash.

[ It's a familiar exchange between them, by now. Emma teases him by calling him "mister." Faraday retaliates by mentioning how well-suited she could be for a sinful sort of lifestyle.

His eyebrow quirks up. ]

Reckon you'd be damn good at it, too. They'd never see you comin'.