The layers of cards blasted from hand to hand, fingertip to fingertip, but despite the intricate dance going on between his hands, Santiago's dark golden eyes were steadied on the conversation happening to his left, his ears sharp and open for anything that would catch his attention. This was usually how he got his leads - rumours, outlaw boards, and threatening corrupted people. At the apparent 'Johnny's' 'smooth-talking', Santiago easily stopped a smirk from forming on his lips, flipping the deck of cards down onto the table with a quiet 'thunk'. 

Sliding the top card from the deck, the bounty hunter looked down at the Ace of Clubs, feeling along the card's frayed, yet paper-sharp edges. This had always been his favorite card, and the one he usually chose whenever doing sleight of hand tricks. He wasn't really the type of guy to play around with money, but he was pretty good at it, all things considered. He usually hated dishonest things like that, however, and didn't really enjoy tricking innocent folk that way. 'Course he could blast a man's brains out without batting an eyelash, but swindling some guy out of his last few coin immediately brought up his moral barriers.

His small, barely noticeable smirk coming through, Santiago slid the Ace of Cards up to the right-hand side of the table, his head finally turning to the men to the left. [b]"Up for a game, [i]desconocidos[/i]?"[/b] He spoke, his rough, slightly accented tone holding an edge of amusement.