It's okay if you don't like me.
Without a falter or stutter in her step, Thal reappears in front of the man, coin slipping into the inner pocket of her cloak. A cautious thief with a larger boon would have already melted into the shadows, but the single coin is nothing to scramble over and she much prefers hearing the indignant response up close. Even better when they have the galls to call her out.
She recognizes the voice, a thrill of pleasure rising at the coincidence. She has a few moments to spare for some fun.
Waving a flippant hand over her shoulder, she keeps walking, the clip of her boots echoing once more despite the attention she's fixed behind her. "I don't know what you're talking about," she drawls, tail flicking languidly just as she fires a sharp fanged grin to the darkness on her heels. "But if I did, I'd think a skilled pickpocket wouldn't have to ask." There's an obvious challenge in her tone, a goading that she'll happily clarify if he needs.
She recognizes the voice, a thrill of pleasure rising at the coincidence. She has a few moments to spare for some fun.
Waving a flippant hand over her shoulder, she keeps walking, the clip of her boots echoing once more despite the attention she's fixed behind her. "I don't know what you're talking about," she drawls, tail flicking languidly just as she fires a sharp fanged grin to the darkness on her heels. "But if I did, I'd think a skilled pickpocket wouldn't have to ask." There's an obvious challenge in her tone, a goading that she'll happily clarify if he needs.
Not everyone has good taste.
Thalassa
