Good girl (Nsilo)
A double-take is in order when the praise hits her ear, and she's not sure if Castillon is being legitimate here, or teasing. The card shark crumples out from under her grip when her fingers release him from where they'd caged him to the wall. She crouches to the groaning heap. "Now this is a fair establishment, guy, but in manners of cheating, house always wins, yeah?" She lifts him up by his hair, eyes the blood leaking from the cut under his eye, ribboning red down his cheek and she pulls him close, laving her tongue along the rivulet until it's gone, and then, succor applied, drops his head to the floor, picking up a hand instead. "Steal from us," a flick knife gleams from out of her pocket as she uses her other hand to snatch up his hand, prying the index and middle finger from where they hide in a balled up fist. "We steal it back with interest."
