"See? Three in one." you smile mockingly at him, the pool sitck spinning like a pen in your hand. That smile either made him wanna pinch your cheeks, or punch you as hard as he can. But hey, sometimes it could be both. He, of course, shot his resting bitch face at you, slightly raising an eyebrow before deeply exhaling. Surprisingly he can put up with you, despite his old age, your sarcastic, witty, and cocky behaviour, God... it was kinda hot, to be honest. In his 60+ years of living he has never met a young lady as bold as you, he's impressed, actually. A young girl in the drug business, being able to properly negotiate with old cartel members who'd have bodyguards and prostitutes by their side in a flick of a wrist.