( Honestly, Dean. Unclench. Is it really so bad to have her company for an evening? How else would you sneak your way into this event, anyway? They're not about to buy the usual, flimsy smokescreens that offer chances to speak to families of victims - a heist like this requires real connections.

And suits that are actually fitted. You're welcome.

The phrase cat who got the cream? That's probably been invented precisely to describe that satisfied look of amusement flitting across Bela's face right now, as she digs her fingers just a bit too hard into Dean's arm, hissing; )

Smile, darling. Someone might think you're mad at me.

( Of course, it's easy to say that when your track record of this little game - okay, of pulling cons - has largely tipped in your favour. (And the scratchcards were an overall loss, really. $46,000 vs 1.5 million? Hardly adequate compensation for the client she had to placate and dodge in the aftermath of that little rabbit's foot misadventure.) )

And don't worry. Both Edna and Gert have found gentlemen that are more... amicable to their advances.

( It's a shame, really. Sam would have made a great sugar baby for Gert, and Edna was awfully affectionate with her toyboys. )