Her arms slide into a cross, plainly skeptical. "Fine by me, but it'd better be a pocket with something actually in it, or it's not an actual bet."

All right, the attitude was a bit of a departure from the innocent girl bit, but she knows that trick, and she's not about to let some old guy get the better of her. Give her the contents of his pocket, sure . . . and then there's nothing in there. Right. She's not doing this for free.

Her eyebrows rise in turn at his question. There's some smartness to this one; most people haven't bothered to ask what she'll put up in return. "Since I'm doing this as a bet for money in the first place, it's not like I've got a lot to give. What do you want?"

And it had better not be anything creepy, or she's leaving.