[He's always been told he's shit at lying - you can read it on his face. Just like you can tell the difference when he pales a bit at Oliver's retort, clearly not the most experienced or comfortable with defying the law. Maybe back home it wouldn't be so bad to sneak a beer, but this place is like Sex Prison Paradise and maybe he should be a bit more nervous. So he swallows a bit thickly and looks away while they walk, tries to get his nerve back. Why'd he steal this anyway? The most he's ever stolen before in his life was a pack of skittles and some gummy bears. And he was eight.]
Well, shit. You're kind of right? But also...
[He just - sticks his hand out, right into Oliver's adjacent pocket while they're walking in stride. Boom, it's your problem now? He snakes his hand back deftly and then cracks a little bit more of an honest grin, meeting gaze again with Oliver before speeding up his stride and leaving Oliver with the stolen pocket not-watch.]
Maybe I do? You absolute mastermind. Bad influence. Thief.
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Well, shit. You're kind of right? But also...
[He just - sticks his hand out, right into Oliver's adjacent pocket while they're walking in stride. Boom, it's your problem now? He snakes his hand back deftly and then cracks a little bit more of an honest grin, meeting gaze again with Oliver before speeding up his stride and leaving Oliver with the stolen pocket not-watch.]
Maybe I do? You absolute mastermind. Bad influence. Thief.