Drawing his hand to his chest at Seka's rejection in mock-offense, he replied, "<strong>I might be inspired to spread the winnings around. I've quite the generous streak, after all.</strong>" Winking bemusedly, his attention shifted quickly to Ceol and the pointed look he gave him. With a flick of his wrist, the cards were gone again, and he bowed to the party before following the other man out.<br/><br/>While the job offer had seemed open enough to warrant an easy complicity, Ren's eyes always roamed for detail, and he wondered how much Ceol did of the same. Of course, they focused on very differing details at times, but intention and danger were likely well-shared. Even if Renolf wasn't surly or disparaging about it, survival was always of chief interest to him.<br/><br/>One couldn't keep gambling without their life, as it were.<br/><br/>Glancing across the room before he exited the door to see if anyone was paying attention to his and Ceol's going, he slipped out after the warrior. In the openness of the night, his senses were more keenly attuned to their surroundings - and Ceol's body language.<br/><br/>"<strong>What's on your mind, Ceol?</strong>"