Raizen tilted his head. Barely. Just enough to bring his mouth closer to the pocket without making it obvious.
"Explain." he whispered in a firm tone.
The words were barely audible - a breath shaped into syllables, aimed downward, masked by the noise of the casino and someone at the close-by table arguing about a bet.
The lizard's head was still above the pocket's edge. Its eyes hadn't left Saffi.
"Her balance is wrong," it said. Then it shifted its weight on Raizen's chest, one tiny foot slipping on the fabric. It caught itself, readjusted with exaggerated dignity, and continued as if nothing had happened. "Completely, embarrassingly wrong. I could see it from inside your pocket, and I was asleep."
"What do you mean, her balance -"
