[ This man is a nerd, which is almost as bad as ending up being paired with someone totally incompetent. There's a nanosecond where Nami's eyes blaze at Wangji before all the sharp edges in her gaze melt away, her posture relaxing as she turns back to the octopus, laughing lightly along with the rest of the room. ]

You'll have to excuse my secretary. The man's handwriting is impeccable and he never lets me forget an appointment, but– [ Nami smiles brightly at Crassus, lifting an errant hand, looking carefree as the wheels in her mind hammer out a cover story, preparing herself to field any questions tossed her way. ] He gets choked up in flashy, exciting places, like your fine establishment, and when I won, well... [ Surely the octopus must get her drift, right? She hopes. ]

Which, brings us back to your question and my winnings, which, I'm still owed. [ Nami leans on the edge of the table, her smile poised and utterly charming. ]