[ Silas shows his teeth into her laugh, breath into breath, his free hand coursed light down her midline. Ostensibly neutral territory. ]

I would never pass by the opportunity for a burglary in Hightown.

[ He means it, arch, and a little sinister, and -- Thot flings herself up at their feet in a scribble of legs and tail and pinched teeth to test the duvet out for herself, her eyes flashing copper in the candlelight. The scrape of her claws at the brocade is a real mood killer, forceful enough to rattle the spoils in her gut. Very helpful.

With a glance by way of apology, Dick rolls back enough to fish his dropped flask out from beneath his seat, contact broken with the magic. ]

Is there anything else you want to investigate before we abscond?