Oui — that sounds like a fair deal. [ Especially considering his lack of cashflow, too.

His mouth quirks into a small smile but there's a familiarity there; it's sincere anyway, and not the closed-off politeness of a stranger. When you fight alongside for the same cause, it's hard not to feel that camaraderie, right? He moves to pick up one of the spare cues hanging nearby, quietly noting the marks on her skin. He can almost feel the itch of his own tattoo, still a strange concept when back home this wouldn't be possible. His immortality would heal or expel everything deemed 'unnatural', including something like a tattoo. ]

I hope I am not playing against a billiards champion. It's been some time for me, and even then I've never been very good.