[ Doyle could never live in a quiet and remote place. He'd been in big cities his whole life. The bright lights always called to him and that would never change.

Studying her didn't do a lot when her poker face was so much better than his. Only that gleam of mischief was noticed as he grinning and shook his head some.]

I knew there was a reason I liked you, love. [ He chuckled, reaching into his inside jacket pocket taking out a deck of cards and slipping them from the box. He was fidgety by nature shuffling helped keep his hands busy. And that was exactly what he started doing. ] Y'know, I could probably use that. We'll see. Which comes first though? That poker game or kicking people in the face?