"I holiday up here from time to time," Silet answered the thief casually, "The hells get too warm this time of year."<br/><br/>"Oh, is that a proposition?" Silet retorted with a wicked smile.  "If you aren't in the mood for playful banter, you need to stop inviting it.  Besides, you know why I'm here; you get your reward, and I get mine."  As the green turned around to show off the pouch, Silet's eyes strained in the fading light to check Ceres' waist.  The loose strap of leather was longer than before, just as Silet thought; she's tightened her belt.  She couldn't be certain, but there was enough reason to believe the pouch was mere misdirection.<br/><br/>Silet figured the rogue could stand to be taken down a peg.  "All that mutton and vegetables you ate, and you still managed to tighten your waist another notch... that must be awfully uncomfortable.  Worried you might drop something?"