Nora had no choice but to follow his lead.  She had never really done this sort of dancing, but he seemed competent enough to guide her through the twists and turns.  Oddly, that felt like some kind of metaphor, but she brushed it off.  Witches were a superstitious sort, by and large.<br/><br/>Nora squinted at the picture, and even though Pace had already mentioned gambling, her mind moved on to other plans. In her experience, parting greedy men from things they thought had no real value was fairly easy.  As the dance came to an end, Nora reached for his phone and continued to look at the image, studying it thoughtfully.<br/><br/>"Do you have to gamble for it?  Because personally, I can think of easier ways to take it off him...I mean, we could still gamble for fun, you've got this whole vibe going and I don't think I want to ruin it." She arched a brow and handed the phone back to him, lips smirking. It felt like something out of a movie, like she had walked into an old Bond flick and she should have a name like Bliss Valentine or something. They would do the mission, fool around and then she would be taken from him in some cruel twist of fate, so he could have a new love interest in the next film.<br/><br/>"Most guys like a bit of attention, I could smoosh him and see if I could get him to give me the necklace...Or if we want to get fancy, if you have a chain or something here, a little glamor magic and slide of hand..." She wiggled her fingers in a jazzy fashion for emphasis. "...And POOF, he thinks he had the necklace all along while you're returning it to whence it came."  It was not difficult to get his meaning. Whatever the necklace was, it did not belong on this plane of existent.<br/><br/>Nora shrugged her shoulders and took a few steps forward, closing any gap between them.  "But if you prefer I<i>blow </i>on your dice for good luck, I don't see why that couldn't be arranged, do you?" She had not intended on the innuendo, she had planned to be a good girl tonight, but it was like she got around him and could not help herself.  Strange. Still, she looked up at him with expectant eyes, waiting to find out which path he preferred to take.