"I think I'd like to see the book first." Mica says drily. "So far, I've only seen a suitcase. And you look like a nice guy, really, Mr Duponte, but I wonder... did you pack the suitcase yourself?" Her smile deepens. Sudden. Mischievous. "And if not, surely you are curious, monsieur... As a trader in old books, surely you too would like to see this book? Confirm it is still in there? Hmm?"<br/><br/>"What would happen if Mr Mancini opens the suitcase... poof... no book?" She lofts a brow in playful curiosity. "I wouldn't want to be you, I really wouldn't."