Ace smirks almost-but-not-quite-smugly at the praise of Mister X, nods nonchalantly, & readjusts his "Lounge Lizard" posture to cover the fact that his butt itches.
At his friend's implication that we can ALSO keep our eyes open for the Target of the job, Ace sighs, shrugs, & makes a slightly "SourPuss" face.
"I can try to do that too, but if I'm playingCrash Up Derby in a stolen car with the cops while you're launching fireballs out a side window, I _Might_ not have a hell of a lot of Attention left over to spare.
Let's say ''I'll Try'' but quantify that with ''But don't count on it''."
With that he drops a hand to his lap, sneakily scratches, & then moves his hand to rest casually over his gun instead.
He'll refrain from doing any "Pure, Sweet, & Innocent Whistling" for the moment...
*Chortle*
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