Theo raised an eyebrow. "You're afraid of little ol' me?"
Well, Sam wasn't wrong to be wary of street hucksters in general. But Theo didn't have a violent bone in his body. Scam, steal, lie -- yes, he'd do all those without compunction. But he had no taste for physical violence. He carried a pocket knife, nothing more, and usually used that to slice fruit. Of course, a stranger had no way of knowing that, so Theo wasn't exactly offended by the assumption.
Still: "Maybe you should stay away from the Port in the evening if you're so worried about folks like us."
Sam's assertion that he could run his own shell game actually offended Theo more than the accusation of violence -- though that's not saying much. But Theo had spent years perfecting the sleight of hand and control over his telekinesis necessary to deceive the unwary eye. Giving no sign of his annoyance, he grinned and gestured expansively to the cups. "Well, I had no idea I was working on a fellow practitioner! Demonstrate, then, if you could do it yourself."
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