Her eyes follow the movement of his hand, and she doesn't attempt to hide how intrigued she is by the bag he pulls out of his pocket.

"I don't know about you," she tells him, reaching for it as if she'd gladly help herself now, "but I don't mind having to expand my world view at all."

The toast makes her flash him a smug smile, and before it has a chance to fade, she raises an eyebrow.

"Now what do you think?"

It almost makes her laugh. If she had money for every time he's said something that made her defiantly think that he doesn't know her as well as he seems to think he does, she'd be a wealthy woman.

But he does know her better than to need to ask if she still wants to make a casino trip later.

"Maybe you'll just have to wine and dine me there."