He smile and it is a nice smile. Not the come get me smirk on the practice field. Nor the turn of lips when he were derogatory to her. This was the genuine one he could have with friend and family. And Mercedes she like it a great deal. It turned her tight puckered lips into a genuine smile as well.
“The dirt is where all men came from, and all men eventually return. Even if it is not your station Lieutenant. I hope the only one to return you to it, is on high, and not of your pride.”
She raise a brow and one side of her mouth. When he only smirk at her. Then he act shocked and surprised she would accuse him of gambling.
“How much?” and he acted so surprised. “What on earth do you speak...?”
And he is laughing. She is not certain if he is laughing at her or with her. She know. The other men grumbling at their losses anyone with sense enough understood it. Then he pull two silvers and he cannot even keep a straight face. She look at the silver and at him.
“I did not wager, it is not mine. But we make a pact now... if you use me to fill your pockets against others I get a fair cut from here on out. Normally I use this ring...” And she show him her ring of gold and Red Jasper. “…As my wager, but, I think maybe a quarter is fair if you use the funds to supplement the Reggimento or cut in the Capitan. Agreed?”
And she wait for his answer. He obviously wondering about her and she in like about him. She had heard the story, second hand about his wife and bebe’s. And she understood returning to what one knows by heart to distract the soul. No need to think when one can act in motions so familiar they need no eyes to follow. To take out in practice the ire in the heart. She understood all too well the emotions.
Perhaps Dante would see it, she were certain Marco knew. The rage in her as she pass one test and then another. It simmers just under the skin, casting small sparks in her dark eyes. She not one to scream or rage her anger. No. She were one who let it sit, just under the flesh like an amour of ire and she strike when it were certain to be a killing blow. And maybe the men would see it, and come to know it and help her… or at least keep her from burning everything down when she find the deserving mark.