She grins at that, the half-elf smirking at the two of them before breaking the racked balls apart-- a couple sink, a solid and a stripe, and the balls slowly come to rest across the table.  He chalks up and starts examining the table.<br/>Meanwhile, Quitxi-- seeming unconcerned with the commanding lead that the half-elf is amassing-- grins back to Titus.  "And what are the stakes for me..?"  She selects a cue, tapping it resoundingly on the floor to check for cracks.  The half-elf sinks a few more, then scratches on a tricky hanger.   "Ooh, darn-- not much left for me..."  Playing stripes, she spins the cue like a baton, not even looking at the table as she waits for Titus' reply.  She rests her hand on the table, lining up a shot-- again, she doesn't look at the table, she just watches Titus.  "Hmmm?"<br/>She shoots, sinking the eleven, then turns to look at the half-elf, who seems unimpressed, but amused.  "What do you think he should play for?"  The half-elf holds up his hands, not wanting to get involved, and Quitxi lines up her next few shots, then opts for a safety.