Now who's fixating? [ with open, transparent amusement.

aventurine's gaze never quite leaves that of the young woman's trail, but his hand does drum itself against the table, a quick flicker of fingers that retracts the chip there. his hand then goes still, evidently untrustworthy: ] Though I suppose if we're watching my pick, you don't get to watch my hands. Don't worry; next time, I'll bet something closer to home.