"Short? Now you're just trying to get me worked up on purpose so I'll miss some of my shots."

He snorted, but it was a friendly one. He was game. He'd even take it easy, provided he didn't smell he was being lured into a trap. They weren't making bets yet, so it seemed safe.

Tony hefted his pool cue and waggled it in Stephen's direction. He had the blue chalk.

"Just the tip, if you please."