[ kokomi lifts a mild eyebrow at that, the corners of her lips rising to an amused smile, but she says nothing about the wager he offers other than a: ]

Perhaps.

[ secrets, weaknesses, stories—such valuable commodities, especially in a city such as this, maybe even more so than the gems on her clothes. so he's either offering something just as valuable in return—or he's bluffing.

she tilts her head, resting her chin against her fingers. ]

The others think the one with the steel bar will win. I suppose their opinion holds water, in a way, as the man has longer reach, but ... [ her gaze flickers from the man to the ground. ] His steps are shaky, uneven. Perhaps he's had something to drink? Or he's not too confident about this fight.