"You're a flatterer," Bolin says, playing along expertly for only a moment longer before faltering in inexperience, if not willingness, and in a niggling need to know more about her. "You sure you were looking for a kid like me, though? There are probably plenty of more interesting guys you've heard of. Guess I'm just lucky you decided on me."

His eyes fall to her finger on the table before lifting to her face again. "Or maybe I'm just doing too well for my own good." He's not shy about his skills, not especially when they're still earning him the paychecks he needs.