The Devil's Touch

Kieran waited at a slight distance, inspecting Weasel intensely enough that his presence was soon revealed. Disturbed, Weasel turned around with an annoyed scowl, his ire-filled gaze boring through Kieran.

"Why are you staring at me? I can feel you! Look away from me. I don't like the way this feels."

Unconvinced, Kieran continued to silently stare at Weasel, his apparent incense growing. Another outrage was on the horizon, bubbling at the shore of Weasel's untempered tongue.

An irascible fellow—quick to excite and easy to infuriate.

That eruption, however, was quickly stopped by Kieran.

"I wouldn't advise you to do that. Don't you love counting cards? Love playing blackjack? You just said you enjoy cards because, unlike humans, who muddy the odds of each card with trickery, you can count the odds of blackjack."