"Thank you." Back at Brett. "You see? It ain't that hard? You leave now and Moreau doesn't need to know about how absolutely terrible you are at cards."

The look Brett gives Hardison in return is terrible and promises pain. "I'll get you for this, Hardison. This ain't over." He glares over at Eliot too. "You better make sure nothing happens to your little pet here."

Granted, Hardison manages to keep a straight face until Brett turns to leave. "Pet? Ey! I ain't nobody's pet, man! Come back here! Come back and fight like a man!"

The door slams shut and Hardison breathes a sigh of relief, his arms raising to the ceiling. "Ohh shit. Ohh boy, did you see that. I think I was gonna die for real, I'mma bout to cry. Oh my God, the last time I got this close to wettin' my pants you tossed a ten-inch knife at me!"