All Spades are dangerous. He'd heard that before--from a number of people from all four Suits, as well as both the Jokers he'd bumped into since arriving. But then, he'd heard quite a bit about the other three Suits as well.

Cards, really, seem to be dangerous.

His head bobbed obligingly as he popped the rest of the dough into his mouth. His hand was wiped absently against the leg of his pants before he held out a round, smooth stone toward Michael.

"My gut says good things about you."