Yes, but demands more coin.

"Typical." Monika rolls her eyes. "No matter how much the money, or how much the education, men always think with the wrong head."

"Complaining or just scared?" Nevin quickly taunts back.

"Of you?" The buxom thief grins while crossing her arms confidently, "Hardly, however, for those stakes I want 6,000 and a 1,000 upfront.”

Nevin goes to object, but then smiles. “Deal.” And gestures towards Monika's chair while he sits back down in his. Rolling up his sleeve he then stretches out his arm, limbering up. Though not ripped, the businessman has a wiry strength to him that only amuses the confident redhead.

"You're in better shape then I thought." Cat like, the shapely thief spins her chair around and sits down on it backward. "This actually might be amusing." Placing her right elbow on the desk Monika extends an open hand.

"I grant you're skilled." Nevin firmly grasps her hand. "But biology is a bitch and men are just stronger."

"Tough grip." Monika slightly purses her lips with excitement. "Especially for someone who lives behind a desk. On the count of three?”

“May the victor fully enjoy their spoils.” The businessman nods.

“Three,” Monika beings to count, quite assured of her victory, “Two, One . . .”