"And I thought me and my sorry lot got around," he muses idly, smile quirking but not reaching his eyes. Especially not on the note of that last person.

Hearing about this part of her life, her history, is a treat to be sure.

"Bit light-fingered, was he?" Oh, that's his sort of people for sure. "Can't blame him with a talent like that. I have to settle for mind wipes. Hard to work on a crowd."