“Nico?” “Uh-huh?” I turn to him. “You taught her to swindle, didn’t you?” He pauses for the longest time, eggnog halfway to lips. “Depends.” “On?” His expression turns thoughtful. “How much it’s going to hurt when you swing for my jaw. I’ve never seen you hit anyone, so I can’t gauge it.” He pauses. “But I’ve heard you do that now.”
