Dante could only laugh at that. He highly suspected that if the elder really were his age, he would be dead, but of course such a thing didn’t bear being spoken aloud. Still, his curiosity got the best of him, and when things quieted down again, he made a query of his own. “Who exactly is this Faro?” he asked.
A few chuckled, and the woman who spat before did it again. “There it is,” said one man, shaking his head. “He gets ‘em, every time. Damned con-man, is what he is.” The pipe was presently in his hands, and he accentuated his complaints with emphatic jabs, mostly in Dante's direction.