Maker, but does it suit her. He hadn't seen her without the cloak yet, and so the flash of color and pattern comes as a surprise; he cannot help but be captivated by the sight of her for just a moment. Oh, certainly, he looks fine enough himself - doublet and jerkin well-tailored and well-embroidered, hair well-trimmed, cheek clean, teeth gleaming - but the beauty of a dapper man rarely has the power to make your heart skip the way the beauty of a well-dressed woman can. By, being an ardent appreciator of both, feels he is within his rights to assert this.

Well. A smoothing-down of his front, a sly smile in her direction, and then he answers. "They are your people, madame," he replies. "I shouldn't be so arrogant as to instruct you. Just rest assured that if you find it advantageous to lose more than you win tonight, Riftwatch's coffers will lovingly make you whole tomorrow."