Lafitte nodded at his lookout as he bid them goodnight, and smiled at the fellow Captain’s speech. The meaning was obvious — Peino didn’t trust him. Lafitte didn’t blame him. Trust was a hard commodity to come by, no matter which world one happened to occupy. Men who sold that commodity too lightly had a tendency to become corpses all too shortly.
“Your brother, huh?”, Lafitte said as he thought the matter over. Peino seemed to be at odds with himself, at least to Lafitte’s judgment. He fidgeted and spoke hesitantly, quite out of character from what the Maurepasan had seen thus far, in comparison to the confident and haughty man he’d been before hand. Normally people rise to the bait, he thought, in reference to the cards on the table.
Lafitte took a swig of his drink as he contemplated his position, “Well, for myself I offer my rescue of your ship as my credentials,” he continued. Peino would likely take issue with his taking of credit in that regard, but the point was true regardless, that he had been an ally thus far. “As well, I have a vested interest in seeing the things caught and destroyed, my ship and crew regularly comes into violent contact with the competition in that regard,” offering a bit of a smirk at the choice of words.
“It would seem to me that this is an urgent priority if there are many more of them, and they all possess abilities comparable to that of the cards in your possession. Fact is, you’re in a tight spot with a prior engagement, and who else is equipped to do the dirty work here?” Lafitte finished. There was a possibility that this State Magus did have the resources for it, but Lafitte doubted it would be ready and available as quickly as he and his ship were.
“At any rate, the Calinda is similarly scheduled, and if you wish to reconvene at such time, I’d be happy to acquiesce to such a request,” Lafitte said, idly, rolling another cigarette, and pondering the purchase of another blend in the near future…