Thieves aren't well known for their wisdom. Just their instinct. ['Don't think--feel' and all that nonsense. Maybe it wasn't always the right answer, but it wasn't as if he were good at anything else.

He pulls a red and blue striped candy stick out of his back, the plastic crinkling a little as he flips it around in his hands. He was used to shifting through rubble, finding something worthwhile in the dirt, in what was broken or tarnished. Maybe in a way, this sort of relationship was desperate.

But that didn't mean he was inclined to do the 'smart' thing and let go.]

If you get me arrested, you'll go to jail right alongside me. I've sweet-talked far smarter people.