[ Bastien hums and thinks about it—and about other things, in little starts and flashes on the peripheral edges of his focus. It takes most of the time he needs to shuffle and deal to come to a decision. ]

I don’t know. I am not very good at being good, you know—I don’t have any instinct for it. No leash. If la bonne chose à faire wants something from me it has to have cream and know where to scratch. [ Spreading his cards in his hand, ] I would be demon bait for sure.

[ He sounds pretty cheerful about that, too. ]

But on the other hand, it would be much easier to light a cigarette, so... [ Case in point, for not always doing the right thing. ] Maybe.

Would you?