"You're doing alright," he says, responding not at all to her smile. Roland's expression, if anything, goes a little more focused, and he leans an elbow on the counter to turn more fully toward her. No point in pretending she hadn't caught his attention, there. There's no way she doesn't know a winning hand once she's got one.

"So long as that wasn't a lie. Or a joke. Tell me of it. Tell me how it was between you." And know I'll be checking your story after, Roland thinks, but only distantly. He's too hungry to hear more to think too much on threats. His own memories of Susannah's time in the Capitol are familiar, old ground, and to hear a new memory from the mouth of someone who, in their way, loved her - well. There really is no point in pretending his attention isn't caught.