[ He offers a puzzled sort of smile at the request, as he stokes the fire with the poker; he glances over long enough to ask, ]
Thought you said I wasn't havin' an influence on you?
[ But he offers no further argument as he sets the iron aside. His cards were left haphazardly on the table – more of a messy pile, considering the way they fell through his hands earlier – and he collects the cards, stacking them neatly. In a blink, he returns to her side, sitting on the edge of her bed again with the cards in his hands. Idly, he cuts the deck – nothing particularly fancy; just something to do with his hands. ]
You mean to go into the fine business of hustlin', Miss Emma?
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Thought you said I wasn't havin' an influence on you?
[ But he offers no further argument as he sets the iron aside. His cards were left haphazardly on the table – more of a messy pile, considering the way they fell through his hands earlier – and he collects the cards, stacking them neatly. In a blink, he returns to her side, sitting on the edge of her bed again with the cards in his hands. Idly, he cuts the deck – nothing particularly fancy; just something to do with his hands. ]
You mean to go into the fine business of hustlin', Miss Emma?