Sam was afraid of just about anyone in the right circumstances, but he was smart enough to keep that a secret, just shrugging at the question. It wasn't really Theo in particular, but what he represented: the shadowy world that Sam knew lurked under the dock, the crimes and swindles he heard the reputations of every day in whispers and rumours all throughout Torchline.
It was when the offer was passed to him to run the game that he realised just how badly he'd messed up here. He had telekinesis, but none of the charisma or light handwork required to make the game work. Still, he'd gotten this far...with a sigh, he stepped up to the stall.
He had an idea of what to do, a way that hopefully wouldn't take too much finesse. Taking the cups and the ball, he placed it under the leftmost cup, then went to move that cup with his gloved hand. His movements were awkward and slow, no showmanship in them at all, but he did manage to shuffle the cups and keep the ball stuck to the top of the first one throughout, meaning the ball would appear to have disappeared from any cup Theo chose. "...There."
