Tuco didn't say anything—and he didn't do anything, either. He just stood there for a few silent seconds, eyes pinned to the card pressed into his palm.

"You, uh..." He trailed off and flattened his lips together, throat bobbing as he swallowed. With a flick of his fingers, he used his free hand to gesture between the card and himself. Frowned, then let that same hand wander up into the thick mess of his hair, eyes finally flitting up to meet Visscher's again.

"You're joking...?" he asked, mouth suddenly curving up like he was in on it, too—like (at last) he'd gone and solved the riddle.