"...no?"
Her voice dropped low, letting the music and the atmosphere drown her out save for those at the table.
"These aren't the sorts of things we wager on. The system isn't a game."
She leaned back to give him space and a moment's thought - and the Devil a few more inches from the clash. Prestation was serious. It was what kept inhuman monsters from mauling each other over tiny slights. The kicking in her Blood, ringing in her ears, reminded her all too keenly of that.
Simmons chimed in, and she gave a little shrug with her palms up, like 'there it is'. He was making a bed of pride before Her Majesty, but he didn't have to lie in it. The Prince's anger slammed that point home.
"My offer stands, no gouging here. It's okay to admit you got one wrong, wash the slate clean, and move forward like it never happened with a new friend who appreciates your forthrightness. I bet they'd forgive your most recent faux-pas for the same, if you offered it, too. Might wanna ask. Save the face. That's why the system works. Keeps little things from becoming... pistols at dawn or whatever."
She offered her hand for a shake. The Dragon was nothing if not fair. A trivial offence was a trivial offence. If he wanted to keep shit going over something small, that was on him.