[Cassel misses the snake-eyes, kind of. He sees the tail end of them, when he glances up again to see Slevin hitching up a smirk that doesn't negate the aggressive neutrality in his eyes. It makes him pause, but he doesn't question it much, just stores it away for later consideration.]
[The truth is, Cassel doesn't need to be tricked. Not really. He assumes things will go badly wrong between the two of them eventually, because he's involved, and when Cassel Sharpe is involved things generally do. But that doesn't mean he can't be happy now, just for a minute.]
[He smirks right back, shit-eating, heartbreaking.]
Nah. No monopoly. But historically speaking, I have this thing I do . . .
[Hand someone the knife. If they gut you with it, they're an enemy; if not, they're a friend. He raises his eyebrows.]
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[The truth is, Cassel doesn't need to be tricked. Not really. He assumes things will go badly wrong between the two of them eventually, because he's involved, and when Cassel Sharpe is involved things generally do. But that doesn't mean he can't be happy now, just for a minute.]
[He smirks right back, shit-eating, heartbreaking.]
Nah. No monopoly. But historically speaking, I have this thing I do . . .
[Hand someone the knife. If they gut you with it, they're an enemy; if not, they're a friend. He raises his eyebrows.]
You ever hear of the ouroboros?