Curtis flicked a coin in his fingers, smirking some more. 
"You'd be wrong there... lips are tight and coin will not loosen theirs as it will mine." But as he spoke, his gaze softened somewhat. "But... I suppose it is a high price. We'll go for 50 then. And as a guarantee..." he removed his cap and slid it across the table, revealing a his brown locks beneath. "You can keep this. I shan't steer you wrong so long as you have a valuable possession of mine." His smirk faded as his look became a little more genuine.